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Steve's head lay rested in his lap. Tony runs his fingers through the man's hair.
Carefully Tony leans over to catch a look at Steve's face. He was fast asleep. If he were to guess, he'd fallen asleep not long into the movie.
They'd both had long weeks.
Steve had been working with an antagonistic customer who had commissioned artwork from him but could afford to let go.
He was dealing with a problem engine back at the shop which seemed determined not to follow the rules of engineering.
Maybe Steve had the right idea, he thinks, closing his eyes.