Shit. “I’m going to be mad at me for you,” he promises, which sounds as silly as it all feels. He is mad at himself but that’s a constant thing. He’s always mad at himself for something. Why not this too? “I should have... I feel like if I would have...”
Tony stands and rubs a hand over his mouth before he sets his hands on his hips. How can he go from excited and manic to mellow and flirty to jealous and annoyed to outright angry and guilty in the span of just a few hours?
He needs to win an award for the emotional gambit he’s putting himself through.
“I’m sorry. For all of this. And I’m not going to ignore you. Not when you’re right.” This is what Steve told him.
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Shit. “I’m going to be mad at me for you,” he promises, which sounds as silly as it all feels. He is mad at himself but that’s a constant thing. He’s always mad at himself for something. Why not this too? “I should have... I feel like if I would have...”
Tony stands and rubs a hand over his mouth before he sets his hands on his hips. How can he go from excited and manic to mellow and flirty to jealous and annoyed to outright angry and guilty in the span of just a few hours?
He needs to win an award for the emotional gambit he’s putting himself through.
“I’m sorry. For all of this. And I’m not going to ignore you. Not when you’re right.” This is what Steve told him.
He doesn’t always know best.