Warren heaved a sigh too. Damnit, couldn’t they just be happy to be here for a few minutes and then get on with the make up sex already? He didn’t want to talk about his father. He didn’t want to talk about the cure. He didn’t want to talk about where he’d been (very close) for the months since then waiting to hear from his… whatever Tony was. His Tony, yeah. Warren was annoyed with himself now for not just coming over here and making Tony talk to him. God, he couldn’t even remember what the hell they had been fighting about!
Warren’s shoulders slumped when it became clear that Tony really would wait all night for him to answer. “You are not going to like this,” he grumbled.