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“My stuff is your stuff.” It sounded like a marriage license. It sounded like a contract. In reality, Tony was just doing his best to sweeten the deal about keeping Bruce around.

That wasn’t a bad thing, right?

He was carelessly less than careful about making some grand gesture to the rooms that Bruce could choose from and, of course, followed him up there over the pretense of speaking about fractals and god particles and why was it that the crazier a movie was, Tony always the need of trying to top it in real life?

He toppled into the wingback chair by the chosen bed and put his feet up. If Bruce was hoping to get away with sleep tonight, he was sorely mistaken.

It was almost as if Tony was afraid he’d just leave again.