Room 324, Wednesday Evening
Warren was not laying on his back in his room with a rabbit on his chest, listening to All By Myself and contemplating eating an entire tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream all in one sitting.
He wasn't.
Well, he was laying on his back in his room with a rabbit on his chest, at least. But the rest of it? He was a Worthington. He was above that. So what if Tony wanted nothing to do with him and Bobby had left in a hurry, never to return again? Solitude was kind of like his modus operandi. This wasn't so bad. He could cope.
... Okay, maybe he was thinking about the ice cream, too. But that was just because ice cream was awesome. Shut up.
[Open! That Warren and Tony had a talk is fine! The contents of the conversation NFB, please!]
He wasn't.
Well, he was laying on his back in his room with a rabbit on his chest, at least. But the rest of it? He was a Worthington. He was above that. So what if Tony wanted nothing to do with him and Bobby had left in a hurry, never to return again? Solitude was kind of like his modus operandi. This wasn't so bad. He could cope.
... Okay, maybe he was thinking about the ice cream, too. But that was just because ice cream was awesome. Shut up.
[Open! That Warren and Tony had a talk is fine! The contents of the conversation NFB, please!]