[ Well he was okay with the hand staying on him while they moved, but it would have probably been a little awkward to navigate. And pointing it out won't really help things either, so, it's cool. He gets to his feet with ease that's a bit more practiced than natural but doesn't suffer in appearance either way, and starts moving whether she has started to or not. She'll follow, he's pretty sure of it. ] I feel like some shabu-shabu. We'll get the whole sha-bang. It'll be great. Cover the whole coffee table. [ Beat. ] And we'll get coffee.
[ Yeah, it would have felt a little awkward and she wouldn't really have known what to do with it while walking, but he's right in that she's going to follow him right now, wandering after him up the stairs, a lot of her attention still focused inwards as she works on keeping emotions in check and things under control. ] There's always coffee, that part isn't a surprise at all. But okay, sounds good. I'll have whatever you're having. [ She can't be bothered trying to figure out what specifically to pick beyond that right now. ]
[ He knows J is already on it, when she voices the equivalent of 'whatever you want', and Tony's customary order is sent through to the small Japanese strip-shop down town. ]
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Thanks J. [ Flopping down in the sort of middle of the sofa. There's enough space between him and one side to sit there, where he can wrap his arm around you, or you can lie down on the rest of what he's not using, making him shift his positioning to look at you but giving you still the attention you deserve. ] Order placed. You pick the movie, I picked the food. [ As JARVIS creates screens that can be used to access the database of films tony has at his disposal. In the meantime, he's pulled out a tablet even he might have been surprised to be there, and is waiting on the food, waiting on her to pick a film, and so he decides to pull up some of his work and see what he can't get dome up here anyway. ]
[ JARVIS is a godsend, she's so happy they have him and he does things for them. It's so much easier to do things when JARVIS just does all the orders for you.
She rarely feels self conscious about sitting down and leaning into him these, so it's easy enough for her to do that, tilt her head against his shoulder and watch the screens. ] Uhh. Comedy. Third over looks good. [ She doesn't really care too much, so long as it's lighthearted and doesn't have content that's going to make things worse on her right now. The movie comes up and she laces her fingers through the hand of his arm around her, brings it up so that she can press her lips to his palm for a moment before leaning back against him. ]
[ JARVIS is a wonderful thing that allows you to be lazy while simultaneously allowing you to get so much more work done. Tony is always happy he made JARVIS. He'll never actually share JARVIS with the rest of the world, because he's pretty damn sure the rest of the world isn't actually ready for it, but if nothing else he can always sit back and rest easy knowing he existed in the first place.
Tony himself doesn't particularly care about the movie either, being as he's half up here for her and the rest of his attention is basically already on different work already anyhow. It's nice background noise though, and every now and then he's capable of glancing up and enjoying it. He doesn't even really notice her moving his hand until she's already pressing it to her mouth and leaning into him again, but it earns her a quick glance and he pulls her a little closer. Nothing direct, because they deal in glances and deflections, but there's meaning in it anyway. ]
[ The rest of the world doesn't deserve JARVIS, Max is pretty sure. Probably also not ready for it, but definitely don't deserve him. He's too great for them.
She's not bothered by his attention on other work at all, doesn't need it on her and certainly doesn't need it on the movie. It's good enough just to be here curled against him and stealing his warmth, have his fingers laced between hers. ] What are you working on? [ Absent, accepting him pulling her closer easily as she tilts her head to look at the tablet easier. ]
[ He finishes a thought - there was a gap here in the subroutines, but closing it in the most efficient manner would actually wind up blocking out certain sectors from accessing it, so maybe if he bridged it somewhere here and there with something similar, it would result in a more... selectively permeable membranous sort of blockade - before replying. ]
Security upgrades for the helicarrier. It started with the basic engine overrides, then turned into command overrides, but there's issues with the communication security too. Whoever designed this was an idiot - it all cascades at the first sniffley strings of a virus. [ But adding too much security and it started to become a drawback, given the nature and necessity for immediate action on a somewhat frequent basis. ] There's too much pure overlap and not enough that actually does anything. And I'm watching the movie. Look, it's funny.
[ She's just idly watching his process, because it's a little hard to keep up with his thought processes but she loves it anyways, both the effort required to keep up with him and just the beauty of watching something that brilliant. She's always had a deep seated appreciation for genius. ]
It's hilarious. Show me? [ But that second bit is clearly directed at the tablet, not the movie. Science, man. She loves it. ]
[ Aww. That's sweet. He gets complimented quite a lot by the media and the world at large, but it's still kind of ... completely different when people close to him think the same thing. You'd think it would mean less, or the same, but. Not that he's paying that much attention to what she's watching anyway. Or why she's doing it.
Also he is showing you - he's working on it right here in front of you. ] There's a gap here, in the writing. You can juke your way in, but if you just patch it up, stop-gap or whathaveyou, then it blocks these - because they carry a similar identification patt-, no, because they have a very dissimilar ID to these, similar to something else - from accessing it. Causes problems for other centers on the ground, in the ship, wherever, when some of your super secret spy secrets are secret even from your spies. I think they start to break out or something if they're not within at least six square miles of a national secret. Whatever. It would be easier to just rewrite the software from the ground up, solve the query register issue, but they seem to have this notion that I'd cater to myself somehow in the process. I don't see how I could make it easier on myself to get in than it already is, but that's apparently not my problem.
[ So okay maybe asking him to share is occasionally somewhat dangerous but hey, at least he actually shared, even if it was basically everything he was thinking on the surface all at once. And he hasn't stopped working. Pointed out a couple of things here and there, but he's got to figure out a way to isolate the issue at the heart of the problem and then reconstruct around it, and piggy-backing on someone else's basement is annoying at best. ]
[ She'd like him a hell of a lot less if he wasn't so intelligent, that's for sure. Which sounds mean, but it's just that she requires someone capable of keeping up with her brain, which is quite a good one as a general rule, and someone who can not only keep up with but outstrip her is something she finds fascinating and pretty great.
Yeah but she wanted an explanation too. Mostly she just wanted to listen to him talk, really, that's mostly what she wanted. Listening to him talk is soothing even when she's not just casually using all of her senses, making sure that she can still hear and feel and see. So she listens, hooks her legs up so that they're draped across his and she can sit closer more easily, even smiles just a little bit at the irritation in his voice. ] They could always hire me to rebuild it. [ Look she's telling a joke! She may not be doing super hot but she is definitely doing a little better here with him, right now. ]
[ It's okay, he's used to people wanting him for his things. No really. It's fine.
I jest. He'd still be pleased you like his brain, even if everybody likes his brain. He's smarter than everybody, basically. Like all the time.
It's just so hard not to be sarcastic/an asshole sometimes I'm having fun.
Anyway, he doesn't mind rambling at her a little bit - or a lot - because he gets that whole 'need to talk, or need to hear words' thing, even if he typically clearly comes down on the former and he doesn't actually know that's what she's doing right now. Either way. He pauses for a moment in his work while she shifts and makes herself more comfortable, then rests the tablet against the side of her leg - he was using his knee before, but this is closer now - and keeps going. She's welcome to sit more-or-less in his lap, or just on like, that half of his body, if she feels like it. ] Somehow I feel like they'd appreciate that offer even less than mine. No offense. Although it is kind of insulting they probably do trust us about the same. No offense.
[ You do enjoy your sarcasm it's okay I'm well used to it. Also hey it is just an important component of the entire relationship. By no means is it the only thing she likes him for.
She used to be a quite talkative person, but these days conversation requires effort with most people so her default is silence, or listening to others. With him she comes to the closest to talkative she ever is, but right now that's far too much effort required to do more than the minimal. ] If you have to add no offense. [ Leaving him to fill in that particular blank, but she still looks amused as she tucks her head under his chin, smooths a hand across the shoulder she's not holding onto. ] I don't know, I think I'm exceptionally trustworthy.
He lets her settle, fully focused on the problem he's trying to work around. He doesn't really care what she does with him unless she starts doing some highly specific things, and even then, with some of those, he doesn't care either. But right now his focus is on the tablet, on what he's working on, because it's frustrating and he is annoyed that the easiest - the best - solution he's found, is being denied simply because they don't trust the man giving it to them. But oh now fixing the shit that's already there, that's okay. ] You're very trustworthy. In regards to a certain type of trust.
[ Good because she's basically just going to sit here half on him listening to his heartbeat and his voice and the way she can hear the extra vibration to his voice through his chest when her ear is right against it. He's warm. It's very comforting, she likes it. ] Only a certain kind?
Well.... Maybe. [ he'd argue that she's extremely trustworthy except when it came to herself, and perhaps also with things to do with her past. Other than that, totally trustworthy.
He's very warm. He tends to be, it's why people always seem to want to cuddle with him and he begs off because dear god it's hot, don't you feel that? God.
He also keeps working, shifting things here and there, and then flinging one up to replace one of JARVIS' screens - who needs the traffic report anyway - looks at it on a larger scale. And because his holograms are amazing, he can manipulate them from here. He's still trying to work out how to fix the issue to the point where no one will need to come behind him and 'oh please I can pick that in ten minutes.' Please. ]
[ That - well, that's actually very accurate. She is incredibly untrustworthy about those things in contrast to being very trustworthy about many other things.
He can just deal with the heat for right this moment, okay, he can turn up the AC if he wants or bring in fans but she needs him to just stay right here for a little bit. She'll make it up to him later if it's really too hot. Somehow. She can probably figure out a way. ]
Thank you. Much better. It's good to be a well rounded individual. [ Fingers patterning across his shoulder, constant re-reassurance that he is in fact definitely there, and she can touch him. And abruptly. ] You couldn't have predicted what they'd do.
[ Well he's okay right now, this isn't too hot, it's just sometimes it's too hot. Sometimes if he's just been doing stuff or they just did each other or if he's become hyper-aware of the reactor again, he doesn't particularly want cuddles or anything of the sort. But right now it's okay.
Even if that last statement does make him pause again. He probably should have figured they weren't exactly finished with the topic. It's a momentary blip, nothing too obvious, and then he smoothly continues working, albeit with slightly more apparent focus. ] I knew it wasn't going to be good.
[ Good, because it kind of has to be. She said so. Everyone knows what she says goes, right.
She's still processing. Slowly, quietly, mostly to herself, but she's almost never actually - done that before. Normally she just shoves it away and pretends there's no problem, but then normally she doesn't feel safe. ] Could have been. Giving ordinary people a chance against people who could kill them otherwise. I don't know. [ Talking into his shirt rather than to him, but talking at all is a good step forwards she thinks. ] I don't want you to feel guilty.
[ Well she sure tries to convince him of that, anyway. They have another thread going on atm I can say would more or less reliably cement that fact - she she says is right and he only occasionally has something legitimately contrary to say about it.
It's cool though; that's pretty much how he processes things anyway. Sort of. He tends to do things by himself, but in plateaus - a lot at once, and then nothing for a long time. No progress, no dealing, until all of a sudden he's over it and everything's fine again. Talking is apparently a good step, even if one he himself is not consistently convinced of. He's not totally sure how to say 'I feel guilty about everything' in a way that won't result in further conversation or emotions. ] That's usually the point, defending those who need it. Doesn't negate that those who don't typically use the result as a means to more power.
She just doesn't deal, as a general rule. Suppression and ignoring it has been her default stance for years. It's in part because she's buried everything so deeply that when it springs up she doesn't really know how to handle it. ] Just don't - I don't want you to feel guilty about me, ever.
[ He considers that statement for what it's worth, and then decides it's not something she needs to be worried about. ] Sure. You got it. No feeling guilty about Max ever. I can do that. Piece of piss.
[ That was both too quickly and and too certain to be anywhere remotely approaching the truth, like, that wasn't even trying. She's so unconvinced by that. She's so hideously unconvinced by that that she actually pushes herself upright off of him, still sprawled across him but now looking him in the eyes from quite close, her own intent. ] Tony.
[ He's very good at ignoring that specific kind of reaction from people. He's been getting that one since he was about seven on a vaguely consistent basis; moreso as an adult, but still. His features stay schooled, he's working on his tablet - the biggest giveaway is actually that he doesn't look up at her at all when she moves. ]
[ Yeah, well, she's not a big fan of being ignored when he's doing something she really doesn't like. And she can't add him feeling guilty about her on top of everything, that's just. That's too much. She brushes one hand against the underside of his chin, pushes a little upwards. Stop ignoring her. ] Hey. You're a terrible liar.
I'm not-... [ Still working. Shifting things from one place to the next until wow it's just ridiculous to not be ignoring her and he looks at her and slumps back and stops pretending all at once. ] Only when I have to be.
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ETA: twenty-seven minutes, Sir.
Thanks J. [ Flopping down in the sort of middle of the sofa. There's enough space between him and one side to sit there, where he can wrap his arm around you, or you can lie down on the rest of what he's not using, making him shift his positioning to look at you but giving you still the attention you deserve. ] Order placed. You pick the movie, I picked the food. [ As JARVIS creates screens that can be used to access the database of films tony has at his disposal. In the meantime, he's pulled out a tablet even he might have been surprised to be there, and is waiting on the food, waiting on her to pick a film, and so he decides to pull up some of his work and see what he can't get dome up here anyway. ]
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She rarely feels self conscious about sitting down and leaning into him these, so it's easy enough for her to do that, tilt her head against his shoulder and watch the screens. ] Uhh. Comedy. Third over looks good. [ She doesn't really care too much, so long as it's lighthearted and doesn't have content that's going to make things worse on her right now. The movie comes up and she laces her fingers through the hand of his arm around her, brings it up so that she can press her lips to his palm for a moment before leaning back against him. ]
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Tony himself doesn't particularly care about the movie either, being as he's half up here for her and the rest of his attention is basically already on different work already anyhow. It's nice background noise though, and every now and then he's capable of glancing up and enjoying it. He doesn't even really notice her moving his hand until she's already pressing it to her mouth and leaning into him again, but it earns her a quick glance and he pulls her a little closer. Nothing direct, because they deal in glances and deflections, but there's meaning in it anyway. ]
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She's not bothered by his attention on other work at all, doesn't need it on her and certainly doesn't need it on the movie. It's good enough just to be here curled against him and stealing his warmth, have his fingers laced between hers. ] What are you working on? [ Absent, accepting him pulling her closer easily as she tilts her head to look at the tablet easier. ]
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Security upgrades for the helicarrier. It started with the basic engine overrides, then turned into command overrides, but there's issues with the communication security too. Whoever designed this was an idiot - it all cascades at the first sniffley strings of a virus. [ But adding too much security and it started to become a drawback, given the nature and necessity for immediate action on a somewhat frequent basis. ] There's too much pure overlap and not enough that actually does anything. And I'm watching the movie. Look, it's funny.
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It's hilarious. Show me? [ But that second bit is clearly directed at the tablet, not the movie. Science, man. She loves it. ]
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Also he is showing you - he's working on it right here in front of you. ] There's a gap here, in the writing. You can juke your way in, but if you just patch it up, stop-gap or whathaveyou, then it blocks these - because they carry a similar identification patt-, no, because they have a very dissimilar ID to these, similar to something else - from accessing it. Causes problems for other centers on the ground, in the ship, wherever, when some of your super secret spy secrets are secret even from your spies. I think they start to break out or something if they're not within at least six square miles of a national secret. Whatever. It would be easier to just rewrite the software from the ground up, solve the query register issue, but they seem to have this notion that I'd cater to myself somehow in the process. I don't see how I could make it easier on myself to get in than it already is, but that's apparently not my problem.
[ So okay maybe asking him to share is occasionally somewhat dangerous but hey, at least he actually shared, even if it was basically everything he was thinking on the surface all at once. And he hasn't stopped working. Pointed out a couple of things here and there, but he's got to figure out a way to isolate the issue at the heart of the problem and then reconstruct around it, and piggy-backing on someone else's basement is annoying at best. ]
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Yeah but she wanted an explanation too. Mostly she just wanted to listen to him talk, really, that's mostly what she wanted. Listening to him talk is soothing even when she's not just casually using all of her senses, making sure that she can still hear and feel and see. So she listens, hooks her legs up so that they're draped across his and she can sit closer more easily, even smiles just a little bit at the irritation in his voice. ] They could always hire me to rebuild it. [ Look she's telling a joke! She may not be doing super hot but she is definitely doing a little better here with him, right now. ]
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I jest. He'd still be pleased you like his brain, even if everybody likes his brain. He's smarter than everybody, basically. Like all the time.
It's just so hard not to be sarcastic/an asshole sometimes I'm having fun.
Anyway, he doesn't mind rambling at her a little bit - or a lot - because he gets that whole 'need to talk, or need to hear words' thing, even if he typically clearly comes down on the former and he doesn't actually know that's what she's doing right now. Either way. He pauses for a moment in his work while she shifts and makes herself more comfortable, then rests the tablet against the side of her leg - he was using his knee before, but this is closer now - and keeps going. She's welcome to sit more-or-less in his lap, or just on like, that half of his body, if she feels like it. ] Somehow I feel like they'd appreciate that offer even less than mine. No offense. Although it is kind of insulting they probably do trust us about the same. No offense.
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She used to be a quite talkative person, but these days conversation requires effort with most people so her default is silence, or listening to others. With him she comes to the closest to talkative she ever is, but right now that's far too much effort required to do more than the minimal. ] If you have to add no offense. [ Leaving him to fill in that particular blank, but she still looks amused as she tucks her head under his chin, smooths a hand across the shoulder she's not holding onto. ] I don't know, I think I'm exceptionally trustworthy.
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He lets her settle, fully focused on the problem he's trying to work around. He doesn't really care what she does with him unless she starts doing some highly specific things, and even then, with some of those, he doesn't care either. But right now his focus is on the tablet, on what he's working on, because it's frustrating and he is annoyed that the easiest - the best - solution he's found, is being denied simply because they don't trust the man giving it to them. But oh now fixing the shit that's already there, that's okay. ] You're very trustworthy. In regards to a certain type of trust.
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He's very warm. He tends to be, it's why people always seem to want to cuddle with him and he begs off because dear god it's hot, don't you feel that? God.
He also keeps working, shifting things here and there, and then flinging one up to replace one of JARVIS' screens - who needs the traffic report anyway - looks at it on a larger scale. And because his holograms are amazing, he can manipulate them from here. He's still trying to work out how to fix the issue to the point where no one will need to come behind him and 'oh please I can pick that in ten minutes.' Please. ]
Lots of certain kinds.
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He can just deal with the heat for right this moment, okay, he can turn up the AC if he wants or bring in fans but she needs him to just stay right here for a little bit. She'll make it up to him later if it's really too hot. Somehow. She can probably figure out a way. ]
Thank you. Much better. It's good to be a well rounded individual. [ Fingers patterning across his shoulder, constant re-reassurance that he is in fact definitely there, and she can touch him. And abruptly. ] You couldn't have predicted what they'd do.
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Even if that last statement does make him pause again. He probably should have figured they weren't exactly finished with the topic. It's a momentary blip, nothing too obvious, and then he smoothly continues working, albeit with slightly more apparent focus. ] I knew it wasn't going to be good.
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She's still processing. Slowly, quietly, mostly to herself, but she's almost never actually - done that before. Normally she just shoves it away and pretends there's no problem, but then normally she doesn't feel safe. ] Could have been. Giving ordinary people a chance against people who could kill them otherwise. I don't know. [ Talking into his shirt rather than to him, but talking at all is a good step forwards she thinks. ] I don't want you to feel guilty.
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It's cool though; that's pretty much how he processes things anyway. Sort of. He tends to do things by himself, but in plateaus - a lot at once, and then nothing for a long time. No progress, no dealing, until all of a sudden he's over it and everything's fine again. Talking is apparently a good step, even if one he himself is not consistently convinced of. He's not totally sure how to say 'I feel guilty about everything' in a way that won't result in further conversation or emotions. ] That's usually the point, defending those who need it. Doesn't negate that those who don't typically use the result as a means to more power.
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She just doesn't deal, as a general rule. Suppression and ignoring it has been her default stance for years. It's in part because she's buried everything so deeply that when it springs up she doesn't really know how to handle it. ] Just don't - I don't want you to feel guilty about me, ever.
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Was it something I said?
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i meant to say either 'it's just ridiculous to not be looking' or 'ridiculous to be ignoring'
o7 that is what i figured
i figured you figured i just can't not correct my mistakes
i've got your back
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those keywords
accurate tho rite
far too accurate the things they have done for each other man
yolo
exactly
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i worked really hard to not laugh out loud at 'everyone loves a good infographic' again
good.
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