All Tony could hear was a thud, and then and irritated voice. His head snaps up from the pillow, then scans the room looking for who or what doesn't belong.
It takes him a long look at Bethany, followed by an even longer, slower set of blinks before he connects her harpy-like nagging to him.
"Good morning, Bethany. Yes, it's lovely to see you, too. I'm just fine, thank you! Oh, you brought be coffee so that I'd be awake while you were yelling at me? Thank you /so/ much.
By the way, I don't know who that woman is, because I went to bed alone last night...I think. I'm pretty sure I did, at least. Oh, you brought something for me to read, too? Bethany Cabe, you might be the best bodyguard /ever/ except when you're completely cramping my style." Tony finishes.
"I'm sorry, were you saying something?" he asks with a bleary look in his eyes.
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