Office Hours, Monday, 1/26

[tyler_gone]

Tyler's lip had been split over the weekend by a punch he had chosen not to duck, and it would probably be less tender if he stopped poking his tongue at it.

No, he didn't want to talk about why he'd found a fight in the first place.

Someday he had to find coping mechanisms better than picking a fight with some poor idiot. Stupid Tony, making him regress. Stupid him, caring what Tony did.

And now he was going to quit sulking, do some work for his class that week, and let himself try to be pleased that at least his phone message was good news.

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[tyler_gone]

"That's something," Tyler decided, though he noticed that wasn't exactly a promise.

"So, should I call him? I don't want to be pathetic. It's not like he's my boyfriend or something." The word "boyfriend" was spoken as if the idea were ludicrous.

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"If you were, I'd be far more worried about a murder attempt. I don't know. Call him if you want to. If you don't, don't, it can only make things worse."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler glanced at the flowers, than back at Steve. "I'll go find him tomorrow if he doesn't find me first," he decided.

It wouldn't kill Tony to stew a little longer.

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Steve shook his head at the flowers. "Sounds fair."

Flowers. Really.

[tyler_gone]

"And if I get an irresistible impulse to kill him, I'll csll you first," Tyler promised dryly.

[screwyoumarvel]

"I would really appreciate that."