Chapter 72: Time Is Money

  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