Tony, his food forgotten, grinned. He was suddenly having the best day. "Peter sat you down? Oh my God, Happy." The poor dude needed him. It was obvious. They needed him. "Let me get this straight. Peter went somewhere and you moved in on his aunt? You son of a gun. And Pete was okay with this?" Tony was already planning their little family. He was ridiculous.
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