[ The text rolls in from 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 as he's finishing up an email to Elizabeth. They've had a steady back and forth since the tour, an easy and loose sort of email chain that largely focuses on her work but with a few personal asides filtered in. She keeps recommending he go through the process of getting some kind of doctorate on paper, and he can't exactly outright tell her he has to have a name on paper before he can do that. He hedges with excuses, but tells her he appreciates the sentiment. It's nice.
As it stands, he doesn't exactly have a hell of a lot on the docket, and watching Tony light up is going to be a hell of an interesting afternoon, that's for sure. He's not convinced to join with the offer of the virtual equivalency of the feeling, but he's not against settling into the couch and seeing how it effects him.
Or seeing him fucking relax, that'll be a little novel too, in a way. He doesn't wander over until Tony's got his little station all set up, fruit and vape organized, drinks at the ready, looking like the most comfortable damn man on the planet.
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As it stands, he doesn't exactly have a hell of a lot on the docket, and watching Tony light up is going to be a hell of an interesting afternoon, that's for sure. He's not convinced to join with the offer of the virtual equivalency of the feeling, but he's not against settling into the couch and seeing how it effects him.
Or seeing him fucking relax, that'll be a little novel too, in a way. He doesn't wander over until Tony's got his little station all set up, fruit and vape organized, drinks at the ready, looking like the most comfortable damn man on the planet.
This ought to be interesting.]