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“What, this old thing? Actually, you’d be surprised how many designers and tailors are willing to step up and make clothes for me.”

Joking aside, that was a lot to unpack, but when has it ever NOT been that way with Tony?What did it matter, though, when the man was very much alive and looking like his old, fit self again. And Bruce feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with his sweater.

“You know how that saying goes. The more things change…” His smile crinkles the lines at the edges of his eyes. “I think you’re allowed to let your self control slip. Pretty sure I’ve got enough for the both of us.

“Well, you’re not wrong. You’re never wrong, honestly, but... yeah. You asked for it.” 

Stepping in, arms wide to advertise where he was going with this, Tony hugged him, his embrace only managing to encircle about a third of Bruce’s huge body, face pressed against the sweater he’d admired somewhere in the region of the other man’s massive rib cage. He would have laughed at how ridiculous it all was if he hadn’t been so goddamned relieved.

“I missed you. So much.” Muffled but painfully honest, he fell silent, his arms tightening, refusing to let go again. He was pretty sure Bruce wouldn’t judge him too heavily if the material against his cheek ended up a little damp, but it didn’t hurt to sweeten the pot a little.