the flames are all long gone

[toblameforit]

There's a Stark boy sprawled on the couch at Milliways. Black T-shirt, blue jeans, one bottle of beer in his hand and three of its depleted fellows lined up on the table beside him. His identity is not in question, particularly not to someone who knows the origin of the bruises slowly fading from the side of his neck.

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It's Tony's eighteenth birthday at home. Milliways turns up at the end of the evening, when Obadiah has begged out of continued celebration with claims of old age (at which Tony scoffed), having to get up for an actual job in the morning unlike some people (which Tony announced was boring), and finally mention of still having a little recovering to do (at which Tony sobered a little, and Sherlock said nothing so loudly that Obadiah could hear him from across the room).

It is true that he's a bit tired, and he briefly considers closing the Door again and hoping Milliways takes the hint.

Then he spots the boy on the couch and changes his mind, smiling and stepping inside instead.