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[trustinthedevil]

Are you offering, or letting me know it's there and get it myself?

[gbpp]

Smart man.

If you ask nicely I'll get up and make you one?

[trustinthedevil]

I'm not sure it's worth it. Do I have to say more than 'please'?

[gbpp]

But you're usually so good at it.

[ALL THE SAME, he's getting up to his feet to make coffee.]

[trustinthedevil]

Thanks, Tony, for being such a great guy. [Matt figures he can guess what the various food items are and starts stocking up his plate.]

[gbpp]

Okay. That's-- bordering weird. Stop that.

[trustinthedevil]

What's weird? Saying you're nice? You're right, that's unsettling.

[gbpp]

You've got no idea.

[Compliments aren't easy when they're personal like this.]

Milk?

[trustinthedevil]

Cream, if you have it. But milk's fine, or nothing. I'm not hard to please.

[gbpp]

Sounds like it.

[He's back - with cream, because that's just the kind of guy he is. Two cups of coffee, and he drops in across from Matt.]

Sugars there too.

[trustinthedevil]

There are worse things to be. [Sugar stirred in, Matt takes a long, grateful sip. He's not a morning person.] Just us? Or did I miss everyone?

[gbpp]

Mn.

[He doesn't have the time to say anything else, not the inclination. Matt is good to watch, even if it has to be from afar.]

It's just the two of us on this floor.

[trustinthedevil]

And no one else gets to be invited? How elitist.

[His lips quirk up and he lets out an amused sound. But bacon is calling his name, so further comment will have to wait.]

[gbpp]

Must be a pretty weird feeling for you.

[Honestly, it was less out of a sense of elite and far more in the hope that they could... Talk more, and openly, too.]

[trustinthedevil]

Nah. I'm pretty used to being alone. [Which sounds way sadder than he meant it.] I just mean I don't mind the quiet.

[gbpp]

I feel like I should be taking offence to both those things.

[trustinthedevil]

Maybe. Don't take it too personally.

[gbpp]

You're kidding, right? [He actually sighs, follows it with a low chuckle and decides there and then to try this mysterious not taking it personal thing.]

Next time I'll make sure everyone else is hanging around, too.

[trustinthedevil]

Do I look like I'm kidding?

[It's hard to deadpan when you can't make direct eye contact. But Matt laughs, shrugging.] No, this is good. Not every day someone gets to have a private breakfast with Tony Stark. Definitely not every day someone gets their coffee made by Tony Stark.

[gbpp]

So, you're just using me? That's what you're saying?

[It's a cute look Matt. The attempt at deadpan humour when he's-- not quite looking directly into his eyes. It has him letting out a heavy sigh which was meant to brush all his extra-curricular thoughts aside, but it's doing nothing of the sort.]

[trustinthedevil]

You're pretty good at twisting words. If the scientist thing doesn't work for you, you should get into law.

[gbpp]

Wouldn't want to undermine you.

[And a whole host of other things. Court rooms and boring, and he's not known for his capacity for showing respect.]

[trustinthedevil]

I'd hire you. Murdock and Stark. Not so bad.

[gbpp]

You couldn't afford me.

[It's said with a smirk, and one he'd learnt by now that Matthew would be able to read, even if he didn't see it.]

There's one slice of bacon left, are you taking that, too?

[trustinthedevil]

Ouch.

[But Matt selflessly nudges the bacon over to Tony. He's earned that last piece of bacon. Probably.]