He laughs, not cruelly though he's only bemused. "I'll tell you when it's over," he pledges, reluctantly turning back to the screen so he can do just that. Tony curls up on himself a little, setting down his empty Coke can so he can hug the couch with his torso, making it easier for himself to turn back and forth. "...Okay. Safe."
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Date: 2016-02-27 06:13 pm (UTC)