fe_male | memeboxing

[ Sorry, it's his default setting. 'Flippant' and 'run away', more or less in that order.

Honestly he figured that was a pretty likely answer, but still. In the off chance she hadn't already done that, he would have been happy to do it for her. While he's glad she got her retribution, he's selfishly sad that it means he can't get his own. ] Good. [ Echoing her own from just a few moments ago. ]

I've made stuff. [ It winds up coming out before he's thought about it, and it surprises him a little bit because it was part of an internal subroutine, but now that he's started. ] Even stuff I didn't want people to have. It's all locked down, because it's there, once the idea was there I had to see if I could actually make it, but it's not - [ He's too creative for his own good. Too good at offering the world more than just making things that blow up, even before he was intending to be. ] I'm not like, I'm not explaining myself, just letting you know. I've probably made something else you ran into. Trigger warning. [ Because hey watching her do that whole shut-down thing was not fun and while it might be a horrible idea to say this at this moment (or it might not be, she might be fine), it's better than having her accidentally run across something else again later. She shouldn't have been able to run across this one in the first place, but he'd honestly forgotten he made the thing. ]

[ Those are terrible default settings.

Yeah, that's an urge she understands pretty well. It's the one that wants somebody to pay for things that happen to someone you care about, and you to be able to be the one who delivers that. It's just more satisfying to do it personally.

She'd started to turn away, but when he starts talking she stops that movement and turns back to listen to him, one hand holding onto her other wrist like that'll stop her from jumping out of her skin. ] I'll be more careful going through. In the future. [ It's an okay thing to say, it's not making anything worse right now. The warning is good to have, really. ] I'm sorry, I didn't mean that to - I didn't want you to have to see that.

[ No they're fantastic. Totally one hundred percent certified fantastic and super effective.

Also that was totally not the reaction she was supposed to have to those faltering statements. She's not supposed to be apologizing to him at all, because no, that's the opposite of what he wants.

But this isn't about what he wants, right? ] The rest is locked down. You couldn't see it if you wanted to. That one was just - it wasn't on lockdown. You didn't really do anything. [ Play it down, that's another method. It wasn't important, it wasn't that jarring, it wasn't uncomfortable to watch, none of it. ]

[ uh no and we've now established that i'm 100% right always so

Part of her knows that it's not something that needs to be apologized for, but nevertheless - it's uncomfortable, having your brain be wrong in ways like this. It's uncomfortable and frustrating and it feels like her fault even if she knows it isn't really. Slowly she drops her shields a little bit, extends herself outwards so she can brush against his mind gently, reassurance that she's here, she's fine, it's all good.

She can at least fake it, right? ] Well then, that works. [ She turns to the computer, closes out of the files she'd been skimming through and then moves over towards where he's sitting, presses her lips to the top of his head for a moment and breathes in. ] Thank you.

[ I believe we have reached what some might call an impasse, with both of us claiming one hundred (100) percent (%) credibility.

Hey he can totally get behind that feel, bro, he knows that one, the one where you feel broken and like you don't work and it's something innate that you can't even reach if you wanted to and everyone else can see it, doesn't have this problem, doesn't have to worry about it because they know how to fix it or at least deal with it and you never have or will.

He understands that part of it, at least.

The reassurance is appreciated, and he's at least calm enough to let her get a sense for his own mind in return. Although ahh what. He stays pretty still for that, but after a couple of seconds reaches one hand back over his shoulder to rest sort of on her neck and mostly on her shoulder. He's not actually going to say 'you're welcome' because he doesn't feel like he fixed anything here, but he's not going to ignore her either. ]

[ you know the end result of this argument and i win

It's very frustrating, to have a brain that is fundamentally broken and not know how to fix it. That she knows he understands this is nice to have, even if it's different variations on that for them.

The sense of his mind is good and actually surprisingly calming in return, even if she meant it as reassurance for him. And then his hand is on her and she feels like someone cut something in her that had been overwhelmingly tense, just snapped a thread or done something stupidly simple that she should have known how to do by herself. She's not even sure why his hand on her drains this much tension from her, but everything in her posture softens and she leans down and rests her forehead against his shoulder. ] I'm much better, now. [ Mumbled almost absently. ]

[ He doesn't let go of her, lets her leave his hand where she needs or wants it until she neither needs nor wants it anymore. But until then, that hand is hers to do with as she pleases. ] So am I. It's okay. We can be much better together. You wanna keep working or go upstairs for a bit? [ Because he doesn't mind staying down here with her, working, but she seems to want comfort or something at least from him, and maybe here isn't the best place to do that. ]

[ After a moment her own hand comes up to cover it, keep him there and close to her as she practically drinks in his presence. It's the most clear sign she has right now of the actual moment she's in, that she's here and safe and okay. ] You can keep working if you want. I just need your hand for a little bit right now. [ She just needs him, and the weight of his hand keeping her grounded. ] But if you'd be more comfortable upstairs, sure. [ Beat. ] Being much better together sounds good. Let's just keep that up.

[ He'll probably just sort of finish out what he was doing already, get to a stopping point and start to save things with lazy swipes of his free hand and mumbled instructions to JARVIS, because she's got the right one and while he can still totally use the left nearly as well, it takes too long and it's a little weird and anyway he's gonna feel a little self-conscious for at least the next couple of hours (and isn't that a hilarious feeling to have again). So it's not immediate, but it's not that long either, before he's got everything off the screens or running programs that don't need him to be present for. ] C'mon. [ It'll be a little more comfortable to sit upstairs, maybe, at least where she doesn't have to lean over him and he doesn't have a hand over his head getting cold. ] I want a snack and to zone out now on mindless American television.

[ She looks up a little bit when he says c'mon, blinks at the empty screens and then nods and lets his hand go as she straightens up. ] Great ambition, there. Going to change the world with that. [ But she's not remotely objecting, starting to take a few steps backwards towards the door. Upstairs will be nice, actually, it will be more comfortable even if she'll feel a little bad and weird for pulling him away from his work. ] What food are you thinking?

[ 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. ]

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. ]

[ 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.

[ Well. Good.

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. ]

Lots of certain kinds.

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