God help them both

[toblameforit]

(from here; warning for some fairly wrong goings-on all round)His room is on the second floor and it's really more of a suite. First through the door is a comfortable little living room containing all the essentials-squashy couch, wall-mounted plasma TV, bookshelf for Sherry, liquor cabinet for Tony, a pair of reasonably uncluttered desks side by

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[be_this_naive]

Yes, this will do well enough.

Obadiah closes the door securely behind them.

"We're not likely to be interrupted, I hope," he remarks.

[toblameforit]

His lips quirk into a wry little smile.

"If Sherry drops by, I promise I won't let him shoot you."

(There's not even a gun in the room, although Tony wouldn't put it past Sherlock to find one somewhere if he figured out who was up here. Still, though-and for a brief instant it shows on his face-if it came down to it, and Obie was literally about to kill someone right that second, Tony could do the shooting himself. Short of that it's not happening. Not here.)

[be_this_naive]

Obadiah chuckles, quiet and benign.

Because he is not trying to add to the tension (at least, not in a way that would be detrimental to him), he does not suggest that perhaps keeping a check on the clone's behavior is an even better idea than Tony thinks. That it could save Tony's life someday. His own counterpart may no longer be an issue on that world, but he can't be the only one inclined to take serious exception to the little bastard's antics.

"That's very kind of you, Tony, thank you."

[toblameforit]

Tony grins, all of a sudden, because there is just no way. He is not even going to try. Explaining Sherry to Obie is something he has long since given up on. Can't be done. And for once that's funny instead of exasperating.

"I love you, man, but you are so clueless sometimes."