( Normally, as these things went, Tony would be up and out before the crack of dawn, silent as a ghost. Instead, it's Thor's swear that first wakes him from a blissfully dreamless sleep, and the scent of coffee that rouses him further, propping himself up to watch his friend navigate with that tray.
He feels... fine. Good, even, the first decent rest he's had since they left the Sarano home planet, and he had to start sleeping on the ship once more. Resting his arm on his bent knee, and his chin in his open palm, still sleep-mussed and sex-haired, he pipes up from bed: )
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Date: 2021-04-08 02:40 am (UTC)He feels... fine. Good, even, the first decent rest he's had since they left the Sarano home planet, and he had to start sleeping on the ship once more. Resting his arm on his bent knee, and his chin in his open palm, still sleep-mussed and sex-haired, he pipes up from bed: )
Need some help? That looks heavy.