. October 28th, 2011: Friday
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As he wiped his hands off with a clean shop rag, Tony leaned his hip on the workbench and looked over at Dillon. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with soft eyes and a knowledgeable smile. He tossed the now putty-smeared rag into a hamper in the corner, then looked around the shop. Tony swaggered slowly up to him, still on the stupid Iron Man stool. Dillon looked up slowly as Tony stopped and stood over him. Tony trailed his hands around Dillon's sides and behind him to his lower back as he stared down at him.He said nothing, just hugged Dillon, his head to his chest
"Makes sense. By the way, what are yer plans for this wreck?" Dillon pointed his thumb back at the '69 Camaro. "Just looks like trash, Tone. Do you even have time to take on a project like this?"
Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same mot
"Dude! I just forgot to empty my pockets!" He called out from their bedroom."You keepin',
Once Tony let him off, he was able to see what a mess he'd made of his man. Tony did that. Dillon wanted and trusted only him
Dillon couldn't contain himself as he exploded in hysterical laughter. 'Fuckin' damn it. That BASTARD!'
"Yer so incredibly helpful," Dillon said flatly and reached over to swat Tony playfully on the chest.
"I... I didn't- it was dumb of me to do it here... Tony, please, I'm sor-"