After Justin tossed him his shirt, Tony shook it out, made sure it was right-side out, and slipped it on. He still wasn’t decent, he couldn’t walk out of the tent and help Wilbur with whatever he’d come to get, but at least he didn’t feel quite so exposed and the arc reactor wasn’t on display anymore. It wasn’t that he thought Justin’s parents cared about the thing, he didn’t, he just wasn’t accustomed to anyone else looking at it.
He heard Wilbur mention the white wine-grape juice SNAFU as he rooted around for his underwear. That Justin might have swapped them out on purpose was a consideration that never crossed his mind. He certainly wasn’t suspicious that he was trying to sabotage his months of sobriety. Shit happened. Depending on the manufacturer, the bottles could look similar, especially to someone just reaching into the fridge to grab one prior to leaving on a trip. So Justin had gotten the wrong one. Tony wasn’t such a huge alcoholic that simply knowing that there was alcohol in the vicinity would destroy his determination to be sober. Justin could have drunk the whole thing in front of him, it wouldn’t have mattered.
By the time he’d pulled himself back into the tent, Tony had found the underwear, put them on, and was in the process of pulling his jeans up his legs. He caught sight of Justin’s expression and grinned at him, not nearly as put out as someone else in the same circumstances might have been. Tony didn’t have any family but the one he’d made and picked up along the way. There would never be a well-meaning father interrupting his sleep. He didn’t mind and he wasn’t going to pretend that he did.
“That depends. If I say that I’m scarred for life, does that mean I can get a sympathy kiss out of you? Because in that case, yes. Completely scarred. I’m an emotional cripple for the rest of my days.”
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He heard Wilbur mention the white wine-grape juice SNAFU as he rooted around for his underwear. That Justin might have swapped them out on purpose was a consideration that never crossed his mind. He certainly wasn’t suspicious that he was trying to sabotage his months of sobriety. Shit happened. Depending on the manufacturer, the bottles could look similar, especially to someone just reaching into the fridge to grab one prior to leaving on a trip. So Justin had gotten the wrong one. Tony wasn’t such a huge alcoholic that simply knowing that there was alcohol in the vicinity would destroy his determination to be sober. Justin could have drunk the whole thing in front of him, it wouldn’t have mattered.
By the time he’d pulled himself back into the tent, Tony had found the underwear, put them on, and was in the process of pulling his jeans up his legs. He caught sight of Justin’s expression and grinned at him, not nearly as put out as someone else in the same circumstances might have been. Tony didn’t have any family but the one he’d made and picked up along the way. There would never be a well-meaning father interrupting his sleep. He didn’t mind and he wasn’t going to pretend that he did.
“That depends. If I say that I’m scarred for life, does that mean I can get a sympathy kiss out of you? Because in that case, yes. Completely scarred. I’m an emotional cripple for the rest of my days.”