Three years ago, Justin wouldn't have tied Tony's shoes for much of anything. If he found the man drunk in an alley and there happened to be reporters nearby, he might have stopped to tie his shoes, zip up his pants, and get him out, but—
—no, no, if there was ever a situation that ludicrously fucked up, Justin would have stopped, cameras in the area or no. He hadn't want to spit and dance on his grave, hadn't wanted him dead, hadn't wished he'd fly into the side of a building and kill himself. But outside of unsightly scenarios, nothing else would have gotten Justin to tie Tony's shoes for him.
But then something had happened, something that Justin couldn't recall but vaguely wondered about from time to time, and it had all just turned on its head and, apparently, ended up with them going camping at his parents' place. Some days he waffled on the idea of asking JARVIS if he knew what the hell had happened, if he had any records of whatever had occurred, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to know. Because if he found out on his own, he'd have to tell Tony, and what if it made him look bad? But what about it could make him look bad, and what made him think Tony would give a good Goddamn, all things considered with what they had going on with them now?
But here he was, seven months and almost a week later, tying his shoes in a tent they'd spent the night in, eyes focused on fixing the laces into proper double knots that would last. Oh, sure, they just had a short walk back to the house, but who liked their shoelaces coming undone, right?
"A-All right." Could you be any lamer? "I'm skipping Easter this year because I've got a bunch of company stuff on my plate but...after that, it's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and Easter...it's just a lot of visits over the course of a few months, you know? But, ah...Fourth of July ends up being a big deal for the company. Government work and all, there's usually some sort of party. I don't know, I got sent away before I went to one. Apparently, though, it's supposed to be a really big deal, so it's fortunate I never did anything with my parents then."
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—no, no, if there was ever a situation that ludicrously fucked up, Justin would have stopped, cameras in the area or no. He hadn't want to spit and dance on his grave, hadn't wanted him dead, hadn't wished he'd fly into the side of a building and kill himself. But outside of unsightly scenarios, nothing else would have gotten Justin to tie Tony's shoes for him.
But then something had happened, something that Justin couldn't recall but vaguely wondered about from time to time, and it had all just turned on its head and, apparently, ended up with them going camping at his parents' place. Some days he waffled on the idea of asking JARVIS if he knew what the hell had happened, if he had any records of whatever had occurred, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to know. Because if he found out on his own, he'd have to tell Tony, and what if it made him look bad? But what about it could make him look bad, and what made him think Tony would give a good Goddamn, all things considered with what they had going on with them now?
But here he was, seven months and almost a week later, tying his shoes in a tent they'd spent the night in, eyes focused on fixing the laces into proper double knots that would last. Oh, sure, they just had a short walk back to the house, but who liked their shoelaces coming undone, right?
"A-All right." Could you be any lamer? "I'm skipping Easter this year because I've got a bunch of company stuff on my plate but...after that, it's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and Easter...it's just a lot of visits over the course of a few months, you know? But, ah...Fourth of July ends up being a big deal for the company. Government work and all, there's usually some sort of party. I don't know, I got sent away before I went to one. Apparently, though, it's supposed to be a really big deal, so it's fortunate I never did anything with my parents then."