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Apocryphal
“Gibbs, it hurts. I think I'm going to die.” Tony whined in an apocryphal fashion, greatly exaggerating the amount of pain he was in.
Gibbs looked at Tony and raised an eyebrow when he didn't see anything obvious wrong. “Where?”
“Here.” Tony thrust out his finger with a pout. “Make it better?”
“It looks fine to me.” Gibbs commented, turning back to his boat.
“It's not. Make it better.” Tony complained.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow at Tony again, contemplating what Tony was after. “What's wrong with it?”
“It has a splinter. The boat bit me.” Tony pouted.
Gibbs rolled his eyes. He knew what Tony wanted now. “Come here.”
Tony brought his finger up to Gibbs. Gibbs grabbed Tony and dipped him dropping a kiss on his finger in the process. “Better?”
“Much.” Tony smiled at Gibbs and pulled him into a deep kiss.
