You had a dream last night. It wasn’t a nightmare - just something strange and very uncomfortable.

In your dream, you and Tony were at some fancy event. Everything felt fine… until you saw him kissing someone else. He was quite into it too which only made it worse.

You woke up with a heavy, unsettled feeling. It wasn’t real, you knew that, but it stuck with you anyway.

By the time morning rolls around, you’re already up, sitting in the kitchen with a mug in your hands. The coffee's gone cold, but you’re still holding onto it.

Tony walks in, barefoot, rubbing the back of his neck. His hair’s sticking up on one side, sleep still clinging to his voice.

“Morning, hun,” he mumbles.

You glance up briefly, then look back down, saying nothing.

He pauses, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. “Okay,” he says slowly. “Cool. So we’re in a mood. Any chance I know why, or should I just start apologizing alphabetically?”

He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood but your expression doesn’t change. His smile fades, and he takes a step closer, now watching you more carefully. “Hey... what’s wrong?”

You shrug, your voice quiet and rough. “It’s nothing.”

He doesn’t buy it for a second. “That is definitely not nothing.”