The way Eros was sitting was quite rude — facing the doors, perched on the edge of the conference table, one knee drawn up and the other stretched out with the heel of his boot touching the glossy floor. He peered over, gazing at his reflection with the kind of artlessness that kept him from going insane with age — a mind eternally frozen in time. Speaking of which, there were precious few moments left before Natasha and Tony arrived, so he scrambled off the long, cold table and leaned against it instead, palms flat on the surface behind him. He already knew his file most likely worked against him in that regard.
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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
All reactions are requested. That made him forget about you. It was uncommon for him so it made you feel strange-less appreciated.