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Stephen watches the street outside his kitchen window, slowly stirring the spoon in his teacup. He hears soft footsteps approaching him from behind, and can't help a small smile.
He hears a whine as Tony wraps his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over Stephen’s shoulder.
“You left me,” he mumbles, yawning. Stephen chuckles, placing his cup on the counter and turning around to face him.
He notices Tony wearing a certain Columbia hoodie.
“And you stole my hoodie,” he accuses, lips tilted upwards despitefully.
“Found it in your closet. Mine now.”
Stephen shakes his head, but laughs fondly.