[ it’s — not nothing, the way tony looks after him. being a master of a kind in the commune, if only to keep him from being misused. teasing in the vernacular of a boss or a parent. he tries to avoid thinking about the scant days where val doted on him, but he does, anyway. it rewired his brain so easily in part because he’d never had attention of that kind before, not from someone in that position.
and certainly not from a real hero like tony stark. ]
I won’t say no to an assist. [ ducking his head. laughing a little at the absurdity of playing thirty-year-old-intern-kiddo-question-mark for tony. he presses his tongue against his teeth. thinks something over. then he glances up, eyes sparking with preemptive amusement, and holds out his hand expectantly. ]
But it’s maybe more, uh, backpay than an advance.
[ in the mixed metaphors of their relationship thus far. he did a lot of unpayed hours at the commune, mr stark. hand-feeding and tendering and all. ]
[ It's a fair point to make. Tony isn't spending too much time trying to remember most of what he allowed himself to get up to in the commune, the boundaries he just walked all over with strangers and friends alike. There's only so far he can go with it was about survival and I had no choice, the boilerplate reassurance only feeling more hollow every time he has to use it on himself.
So. Trying not to think too much about it. Looking down into Bob's big spaniel eyes is helpful in giving him an off-ramp towards something else to think about. ]
Remind me to get you to sign a contract next time.
[ But he's digging in his pocket, pulling out a handful of gacha coins that he spills into Bob's waiting palm. That done, he rests his hand on top of Bob's head in mock benediction. ]
Go forth, young man. May the gods of tiny plastic balls be kind.
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and certainly not from a real hero like tony stark. ]
I won’t say no to an assist. [ ducking his head. laughing a little at the absurdity of playing thirty-year-old-intern-kiddo-question-mark for tony. he presses his tongue against his teeth. thinks something over. then he glances up, eyes sparking with preemptive amusement, and holds out his hand expectantly. ]
But it’s maybe more, uh, backpay than an advance.
[ in the mixed metaphors of their relationship thus far. he did a lot of unpayed hours at the commune, mr stark. hand-feeding and tendering and all. ]
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So. Trying not to think too much about it. Looking down into Bob's big spaniel eyes is helpful in giving him an off-ramp towards something else to think about. ]
Remind me to get you to sign a contract next time.
[ But he's digging in his pocket, pulling out a handful of gacha coins that he spills into Bob's waiting palm. That done, he rests his hand on top of Bob's head in mock benediction. ]
Go forth, young man. May the gods of tiny plastic balls be kind.