[has the weirdest boner right now]
*trying to judge you harshly, but too entertained for it to work*
“I’m…” Swallow. Breathe. Swallow. Stop fucking drowning other people. “I’m good. Remotely sober. Apparently it does wonders for your ability to stop calling people. I’m going to have to rig Jarvis with some blood alcohol testing mechanism in relation to audio calling.”Tony counted the heartbeats between the other’s words, making some low sound in his throat that could have been a laugh. Maybe.
“You’ll find a way around it. Where are you, Tony?”“Garage. Working on the Shelby. There’s an issue with the intake and I can’t find it.” He’s tinkering to keep from having to think about anything. Metal in his hands and something easily definable above him was the closest thing to comfort that Tony had.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll be there in a minute.” He hung up after that, heading off any complaints or assurances that he ‘didn’t need to do that’, because he kind of did- didn’t he?
He knew what was going on, after all… He’d been there recently enough himself.
“…I can explain?”It’s instinct to assume he’s in trouble.
“You don’t have to, I understand.” He smiled, just slightly, and sat up. “Are you something that passes for alright? Or should I come over.”
“I’m…” Swallow. Breathe. Swallow. Stop fucking drowning other people. “I’m good. Remotely sober. Apparently it does wonders for your ability to stop calling people. I’m going to have to rig Jarvis with some blood alcohol testing mechanism in relation to audio calling.”
Tony counted the heartbeats between the other’s words, making some low sound in his throat that could have been a laugh. Maybe.
“You’ll find a way around it. Where are you, Tony?”
Tony sat and listened to the messages, waiting until the last one played before he sighed and called him back, fingers pressed to his forehead.
“Hey, honey…”
“…I can explain?”
It’s instinct to assume he’s in trouble.
“You don’t have to, I understand.” He smiled, just slightly, and sat up. “Are you something that passes for alright? Or should I come over.”
Tony sat and listened to the messages, waiting until the last one played before he sighed and called him back, fingers pressed to his forehead.
“Hey, honey…”
Did everyone grow tits while I wasn’t looking?
