[ When he looks up and they're in the lab he's only a little confused- he's pretty sure he hasn't said anything but- looking over to see Bruce engaging, studying, learning- like he was meant to, like he seems to be enjoying? It makes the clusterfuck he has to look forward to when they get home bearable. This is why. Jarvis forms social connections but can't breach the wall of being seen as a hopped up Siri. Bruce?
Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, swims like a duck, so none of the other ducks give a fuck that he might not be the exact same species of mallard.
And that's worth the accusations. He smooths his expression into one a little more PR friendly, shaking hands on the way out, thanking them for their time, catching the end of that exchange with Bruce and Betty out of the corner of his eye and-
Good. That? That's good. It's sweet, and he clamps down hard on the fucking ridiculous swell of- disappointment? That doesn't make sense. They get along, they're compatible, they've only just met, there's no point to mourn something that isn't gone and isn't even his to fucking have in the first place. ]
So. [ He finally pockets his phone, painting on his PR grin because digging for something sincere feels in-fucking-possible in the moment. ] Was the experiment a success?
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Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, swims like a duck, so none of the other ducks give a fuck that he might not be the exact same species of mallard.
And that's worth the accusations. He smooths his expression into one a little more PR friendly, shaking hands on the way out, thanking them for their time, catching the end of that exchange with Bruce and Betty out of the corner of his eye and-
Good. That? That's good. It's sweet, and he clamps down hard on the fucking ridiculous swell of- disappointment? That doesn't make sense. They get along, they're compatible, they've only just met, there's no point to mourn something that isn't gone and isn't even his to fucking have in the first place. ]
So. [ He finally pockets his phone, painting on his PR grin because digging for something sincere feels in-fucking-possible in the moment. ] Was the experiment a success?