"Grown man. You can do what you want." Tony did his best to keep the petulance out of his voice, rubbing his own shoulders. "Don't worry, Sailor. I'll wait for you when you leave me at the port. Keep the bed warm, kids changed, a fresh cauldron of chicken mull going. Speaking of."
The low buzz of his hand-crafted drone drew closer outside the tent, and Tony pushed to his feet. "Take a breather and leave dinner to me."
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Date: 2018-10-08 04:11 pm (UTC)The low buzz of his hand-crafted drone drew closer outside the tent, and Tony pushed to his feet. "Take a breather and leave dinner to me."