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The room lay in silence. Neither of the men could bring themself to break it, until Stephen cleared his throat.
“Come on, Tony, you damn hypocrite.” He sighed.
Tony shot him a glare. “You can’t even talk to me about overworking yourself. Here you are, taking just about every damn surgery that walks through the doors of your hospital.” The man accused, jamming his finger toward Stephen’s chest.
Stephen heaved another sigh.
“If I cut down on hours, will you do the same?”
Tony bit his lower lip. “Fine.” His tone was icy, but still shaky.
The creases in Stephen’s forehead melted. He moved forward just a bit, wrapping his arms around Tony.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tony grumbled, yet still hugging him back.
Stephen separated them, shuffling to the kitchen to warm ice cold cups of coffee for the both of them.
“Come on, Stark.” He smiled, beckoning for Tony to follow. “Tell me about the employees you yelled at today.”
Tony chuckled.