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Concern fills Stephen when he finds Tony waiting on his bed. Tony doesn’t often come to the Sanctum; his spirit and theirs don’t mesh well. “Tony? Is everything okay?”
“Bad day.” Tony’s tone says, No, I do not want to talk about it.
Stephen sits facing him. “What can I do?”
“Just smile. I really need to see you smile right now.”
Once, he’d have found smiling through his worry difficult, but Tony has asked for this before. So Stephen fills his mind with thoughts of this remarkable man who somehow, miraculously, loves him back, and his lips curve tenderly.