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.
[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.
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.]
He takes a deep breath, follows it with a heavy sigh, and leans back in his seat to stare at Matt. If he knows anything about the guy, he knows he'll be able to sense his stare.]
Just how long is it going to take until you're ready for it?
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[Compliments aren't easy when they're personal like this.]
Milk?
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[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.
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[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.
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[His lips quirk up and he lets out an amused sound. But bacon is calling his name, so further comment will have to wait.]
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[Honestly, it was less out of a sense of elite and far more in the hope that they could... Talk more, and openly, too.]
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Next time I'll make sure everyone else is hanging around, too.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[And a whole host of other things. Court rooms and boring, and he's not known for his capacity for showing respect.]
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[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?
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[But Matt selflessly nudges the bacon over to Tony. He's earned that last piece of bacon. Probably.]
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[He'll take that last slice, eat it too - before there's an opportunity to take the offer back. Sorry, Matt.]
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[It's a joke. Mostly. Matt's smart enough with money to keep the essentials going. But beyond that, it's a pretty bare life.]
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[Okay, he knows Matt's blind - but he still can't quite bring himself to look at the guy now.
Rejection never suited him well.]
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He takes a deep breath, follows it with a heavy sigh, and leans back in his seat to stare at Matt. If he knows anything about the guy, he knows he'll be able to sense his stare.]
Just how long is it going to take until you're ready for it?
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