Tony's smile returns, a little more hesitant. But he does chuckle, and gives up on trying to dig out his yimo and make an emergency online order for 45-minute flower delivery.
"Yeah, okay." He puts his hands on Gene's hips and tugs him closer. "Whatever you want," he says, and follows it up with a kiss that carries noticeably more heat than the earlier peck on the cheek.
"I really am sorry," he continues once he pulls away. "The whole Dreaming time displacement thing... I just totally lost track of the date. And it's weird living in a place that doesn't have real seasons." Tony crosses his arms and huffs, jokingly indignant. "How am I supposed to remember that it's Valentine's Day if it's not thirty degrees and sleeting?"
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"Yeah, okay." He puts his hands on Gene's hips and tugs him closer. "Whatever you want," he says, and follows it up with a kiss that carries noticeably more heat than the earlier peck on the cheek.
"I really am sorry," he continues once he pulls away. "The whole Dreaming time displacement thing... I just totally lost track of the date. And it's weird living in a place that doesn't have real seasons." Tony crosses his arms and huffs, jokingly indignant. "How am I supposed to remember that it's Valentine's Day if it's not thirty degrees and sleeting?"