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Stolid
“It’s snowing, Jethro.” Tony excitedly babbled as he stared out their shared bedroom window.
“So it is, Tony.” Despite being naturally stolid, he couldn’t help smiling at the pure excitement in his lover’s eyes.
He suspected Tony would soon be dragging him out into the snow. Despite having no excitement for the snow himself, he would not protest and spoil Tony’s fun.
Sure enough, Tony was quickly throwing on warm clothes and giving Gibbs the puppy dog eyes requesting he do the same. Gibbs barely had time to throw on a sweatshirt and his sweatpants before Tony had grabbed his hand and dragged him out to play in the snow.
