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The footsteps are what gave JARVIS’ position away. Tony curled up on himself, drawing his legs onto the bed and tucking his knees into his chest. "I am fine, obviously." He spoke harshly. Even if this was a thing he built, he didn’t want to show weakness. Didn’t want anyone to see how frail his mental state was.

Immediately an eyebrow rose.  “I beg your pardon, sir?”  It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it; just the first time when Tony was actually sober.

There’s an almost predatory smirk on the mechanics lips as he takes a step forward, hands folded neatly behind his back, head tilting to the side. “You heard me.”

By all of Tony's good graces, JARVIS had a blush simulated on his cheeks.  "May I ask what brought this on, sir?"  He resisted the urge to take a somewhat nervous step back.