[On the couch, Tony hears the knock, and groans and pulls a pillow over his face. Ugh, visitors, now? Couldn't they have shown up when Gene was around to deal with them, instead of out doing grocery shopping or whatever? Tony sighs into the pillow. Can he just ignore them?
...No, probably not. He still needs to be available, even if he feels like shit. He can't risk missing something important because he was too lazy to answer the door.
Groaning again, he heaves himself off the couch and plods over to the door. He doesn't care that he's in wrinkled pajamas and probably looks like he got run over by a bus - if whoever it is can't deal with him not looking presentable, then they can just fuck right back off and he can go back to napping.
He opens the door, and manages a weak smile when he sees Raine. Definitely one of the more tolerable visitors he could have gotten.]
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...No, probably not. He still needs to be available, even if he feels like shit. He can't risk missing something important because he was too lazy to answer the door.
Groaning again, he heaves himself off the couch and plods over to the door. He doesn't care that he's in wrinkled pajamas and probably looks like he got run over by a bus - if whoever it is can't deal with him not looking presentable, then they can just fuck right back off and he can go back to napping.
He opens the door, and manages a weak smile when he sees Raine. Definitely one of the more tolerable visitors he could have gotten.]
Hey, Raine.