"But where are you going to go?" Stark asked. "This is your place, or it used to be yours, and I have my own upstairs and you can stay down here with Pancakes, she's probably hungry, and I'll go because it isn't my place. After I put pants on."
Which he was scrambling to do under the covers and doing a terrible job at in his haste to get away.
"I..." he started to say, then decided that apologizing was definitely not the right course of action.
"I've never had to react to someone being a much older version of themselves and horrified to see me in her bed and telling me that things have changed so much before! But leaving seems correct. Even if you're leaving as well. And..."
He threw the covers back then, tugging his pants up the last bit as he planted his feet on the ground. "She's not naïve."
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"But where are you going to go?" Stark asked. "This is your place, or it used to be yours, and I have my own upstairs and you can stay down here with Pancakes, she's probably hungry, and I'll go because it isn't my place. After I put pants on."
Which he was scrambling to do under the covers and doing a terrible job at in his haste to get away.
"I..." he started to say, then decided that apologizing was definitely not the right course of action.
"I've never had to react to someone being a much older version of themselves and horrified to see me in her bed and telling me that things have changed so much before! But leaving seems correct. Even if you're leaving as well. And..."
He threw the covers back then, tugging his pants up the last bit as he planted his feet on the ground. "She's not naïve."