[ At which point Ellis makes his entrance, carrying a box of as yet unnamed pastry tied securely with string.
His steps stall just over the threshold. It's hard to say whether he's caught off guard more by the sight of the finally unveiled contraption embedded in Tony's chest, Tony's shirtlessness, or the strange intimacy of the tableau. His mouth opens, then closes, as if he's thought better of whatever question he was about to pose.
A plate whips by him, narrowly missing his head, to shatter against the doorframe. Ellis finds that aspect of the moment least troubling. ]
Hello.
[ is his final, faintly perplexed greeting. He lifts the box slightly, for lack of anything better to contribute. ]
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His steps stall just over the threshold. It's hard to say whether he's caught off guard more by the sight of the finally unveiled contraption embedded in Tony's chest, Tony's shirtlessness, or the strange intimacy of the tableau. His mouth opens, then closes, as if he's thought better of whatever question he was about to pose.
A plate whips by him, narrowly missing his head, to shatter against the doorframe. Ellis finds that aspect of the moment least troubling. ]
Hello.
[ is his final, faintly perplexed greeting. He lifts the box slightly, for lack of anything better to contribute. ]