[...Tony always picks the worst times to be stubborn about topics, he can't help but think.

He considers that, sighing heavily--and moving from his crouch to his knees, a more comfortable position, and one that also allows him to...drape his upper body over Tony slightly.

It means his face is buried in Tony's neck when he responds, which is--

good. Yes.]

No, I am not. And it fits me well to have my entire identity end up a lie.

[A bit of a self-deprecating, humorless snort.]

...Tell me, did your mother ever tell you stories as a small child?