[The ghost in the walls is quite accommodating when he believes his master has not been caring properly for himself, and there is no announcement of her presence. She is merely there, leaning against the doorway, looking mildly disapproving.]
It has been two days by my count since you last emerged from this place. Have you eaten?
That is as much as to say, you do not know. Forgive me if I do not trust your memory in this. Come, there is a meal prepared upstairs. Leave your work for an hour.
[Then she smiles a little triumphantly.] And you cannot excuse yourself and claim you cannot pause at this important juncture; your assistant has assured me this is not so.
Hey Tony [Clint's sweaty, coming up from his work out, towel strung around his neck. He's heading for the kitchen, and more particularly the water he knows is hiding in the back of the fridge but he's not at all opposed to seeing Tony hanging around] What've you been working on? Haven't seen you in like a week.
[Happily Tony is also kitchen-bound, mostly for the purposes of a coffee run. After a week the workshop supply is starting to run low. He shrugs] This and that. The new helicarrier designs mostly. Have I mentioned that whoever did the original design work sucks? Because they totally do.
Oh yeah. Life's been seriously boring without you [...that was meant to come out a lot more sarcastic. Huh. But as always, the mouth keeps moving on autopilot, apparently independent of his brain] Seriously, did you see that thing with Doom? Amateur hour.
I care not about Doom. I care to hear more about just how much you pined while I was gone. [That is not unusual; Stark's brain often leaps about ahead of his consciousness, that it got to his mouth before his sense was able to temper its tone is hardly surprising]
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[The ghost in the walls is quite accommodating when he believes his master has not been caring properly for himself, and there is no announcement of her presence. She is merely there, leaning against the doorway, looking mildly disapproving.]
It has been two days by my count since you last emerged from this place. Have you eaten?
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That is as much as to say, you do not know. Forgive me if I do not trust your memory in this. Come, there is a meal prepared upstairs. Leave your work for an hour.
[Then she smiles a little triumphantly.] And you cannot excuse yourself and claim you cannot pause at this important juncture; your assistant has assured me this is not so.
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Did you miss me?
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