#holyshellheadbatman

“Hey there TinMan...what pulls you outta your tower and over to ours?”

“Is that a challenge? Or are you just asking because you’re ordering pizza?”

‘ I have no objection to any public displays of affection, as you are well aware. However, I would rather not give them a collective heart attack just yet. Unless you insist?’

[text: Tony] Help, I’m in danger. [text: Tony] Crap not really don’t send a helicopter, it was hyperbole.

       “  you  could  have  saved  my  body  wash,  at  least.  ”   he  settles  with  something  stupid,  something  whole  -  heartedly  HIMSELF,  something  to  make  it  seem  like  he  hasn’t  been  gone  for  what  seems  like  centuries.   “  do  you  know  how  long  it  took  me  in  wal  -  mart  to  decide  which  one  i  liked ??   a  LONG  TIME.  ”

                “you’re-- -” he knew who he was. a myth, really. eliot got it. even if they’d sort of come from very different places. “i know what they said about your project...” but he was kind of hoping tony might be able to help him in that respect. “i-- -” he glanced down at his hands, scarred and calloused.  “can’t do it.” drift. he couldn’t drift with other people. not since jake had died. not since cavalry cowboy had been retired.  

Hardison thanked JARVIS for snitching and reached over to move Tony’s project aside. He was careful, hands as familiar with the small parts as Tony’s, and when Tony protested he climbed onto his lap, straddling him backwards so that their chests were pressed together. “Your AI likes me best, what are you gonna do about it?” he whispered, breath touching Tony’s lips, before reaching behind him to hand over a plate of pizza pockets and a glass of water. “You’re gonna get a headache if you don’t eat.”