love is thicker than forget

Tony's standing there, holding the salad bowl in one arm and the tongs in the other. He's got a wicked smile on his face, a real one, one that's all teeth and lips while the crow's feet in the corner of his eyes and the laugh lines on his forehead crease. His hair is all mussed up, the same way it always is when he's been spending too much time in his workshop. This is his Tony.