[ It is just as grounding, just as soothing as it looked. Jangled nerves settle, every inch of him that had been spinning in his head or pinned to a sofa half a hemisphere away several years ago just sinks right back into the dark tide of memory. Ghosts that were screaming in his ears are banished in favor of the driest, wryest commentary to come from anyone that wasn't Rhodey or Jarvis and this? This is how he knows Bruce is his friend. Because of the amount of shit he gives Tony, how often he tries to check him, keep him from doing stupid shit.

Whatever the tension had been yesterday? It feels not only gone, but broken. This needed to be established. That he's a mess, that Bruce doesn't mind-

And that they're friends.

He's got so few, he can count them on one hand easily- including Bruce. So few he trusts this deep and, is it fair if he's made him? It is, since Jarvis is one of his oldest friends too. So it's not new. ]

If it's not a Starkphone I'm docking your pay. Just so you know. If you ordered an I phone I am going to dissemble something you love and turn it into a microwave. If it's a fucking Windows whatever you're going in the corner with Dum-E and the hat.