[ it doesn't take a genius to figure out something's wrong.
tony has grown accustomed to stephen's habits by now, having lived with him for well over a month. someone like him wouldn't normally leave his jacket so carelessly strewn on the floor unless something seriously bad has happened and, to be perfectly fair to him, strange has had a succession of pretty shitty runs lately.
his alarm only continues to rise as he picks up the crumpled jacket and finds the doctor's bedroom door ajar.
talk about a red flag. ]
Stephen? [ he's hesitant as he approaches the unlit quarters, but that hesitation quickly turns into concern when he finds stephen curled up against the wall. is he crying? ] Hey, I'm home. Your jacket was, uh... [ what is he even saying? the jacket doesn't matter. ] Nevermind. [ he sets the coat aside as he walks over to him, his brows furrowed with worry and his tone softening. ] What's wrong? [ he lowers down to one knee, watching him carefully. ] Talk to me.
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tony has grown accustomed to stephen's habits by now, having lived with him for well over a month. someone like him wouldn't normally leave his jacket so carelessly strewn on the floor unless something seriously bad has happened and, to be perfectly fair to him, strange has had a succession of pretty shitty runs lately.
his alarm only continues to rise as he picks up the crumpled jacket and finds the doctor's bedroom door ajar.
talk about a red flag. ]
Stephen? [ he's hesitant as he approaches the unlit quarters, but that hesitation quickly turns into concern when he finds stephen curled up against the wall. is he crying? ] Hey, I'm home. Your jacket was, uh... [ what is he even saying? the jacket doesn't matter. ] Nevermind. [ he sets the coat aside as he walks over to him, his brows furrowed with worry and his tone softening. ] What's wrong? [ he lowers down to one knee, watching him carefully. ] Talk to me.