Anthony Edward Stark

As Bruce came into the room properly, Tony did what all bachelors do when having guests…they try to clean up as the guest not only arrives, but is already in their home. He picked up glasses, cradling them in his arms, and lined them up again in the deep stainless-steel sink that was more for industrial use than cleaning up the scotch remnants.

“I liked the mop, but this works for you too. You actually look like a doctor now, and now some crazy, mousy Indiana Jones with hidden biceps under the professor coat,” Tony said as he wiped his hands off on an only slightly oil-stained cloth and crossed back over to Bruce.

He wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to hug the man, it had been two years after all and Tony had no idea where he might have been and what he might have touched, but he could not stop himself from the embrace.

“If you’ve found yourself, do you think you can come back?” he asked against the other man’s collar.