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"Hey," Tony bumps your shoulder from where he's walking beside you. Again. "Hey, I'm cold."
"That's no one's fault but your own," you reply, "I told you to grab a jacket."
Tony groans theatrically. Which would've been cute if it hadn't been the third time he's done it. "You have two on."
"And?" You ask, already knowing what he's about to say.
"Can I have yours?"
"I've already said no twice, what makes you think I'll say yes this time?"
"Because you love me?" He flashes you his best puppy eyes.
You sigh and roll your eyes, slipping off your jacket and placing it over his shoulders. "Happy now?"
"Very."
Tony puts the jacket on properly. Then he turns his head away from you, tapping his cheek. His grin widens when you press a kiss to the spot he'd been pointing to.
"Thank you very much, qalbi."
"Yeah, you're welcome."