Justin's prepared to get into an appropriately fussy, neat lecture about working around hot metal and possibly sharp bits of cold metal in the nude is an awful idea. Not just awful, but lethal. He's all set to go on about a topic Tony already knows, and not just because it would be expected, but because he really does not like the idea of Tony getting his major arteries cut, even though a t-shirt only provides minor shielding in the first place. It's the idea that counts! The idea of being properly modest in one's own home, of being repressed when it comes to nudity and, therefore, closer to being a gentleman than a guy who runs around in the buff and wears no pants.

But then he mentions jerking off, and Justin knows why. At least, he knows that if Tony was jerking off to someone (something?) other than him, he wouldn't bring it up with such ease. He's observed a lot about him in the past year. As far as he can tell, the man doesn't lie. He's no Abe Lincoln, but on a personal level? Justin hasn't seen anything that would lead him to believe Tony was even capable of lying when it came to the two of them.

Of course, maybe he could be the best liar, and Justin a fool for not realizing it. That, however, was too big of a stretch for him to imagine, much less handle.

"I usually jerk off first thing in the morning. I kind of, I've taken to wearing your pjs to bed. So, like...I don't know, is that creepy? I'm jerking off all over your clothes that I, uh. That I just wash and wear again. I have like five shirts at this point. And...you know, it's not every morning, but it's, it's getting to be a ritual. B-But as for...not really. I used to have terrible nightmares about that sort of thing growing up. I wore closed boxers for a really long time. You know, the kind that doesn't have the slit in the front? Yeah. I had an awful nightmare with them once and I just...it got to me.

"So, you know. Good thing I have my own bathroom at work, right?"