13 Griffin Way, Thursday Night

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After the workout, Tyler came home to putter and argue on the Internet for a couple hours, then curled up on the couch. He kept singing along with the songs used in those illuminating mmontages at the end of episodes.

He didn't know he knew the words to "Hallelujah" that well.

Settling in with a beer, he resigned himself to a musical night.

[OOC: For one, please!]

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There had been a bit of disturbing singing of Daft Punk with Jarvis that morning, but Tony was passing it off as a fluke. Really.

So that would be why he was knocking on Tyler's door.

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Tyler went over and silently opened the door. "Singing telegram?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow, before stepping back to let Tony in.

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"Hardly," Tony replied, brushing on past him. "Beer?"

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"All I wanna do is drink beer for breakfast
All I wanna eat is them BBQ chips
All I want is someone just to try to protect us
You can try but you'd never wanna try to defend us," Tyler responded on his way to the kitchen.

And grimaced.

"It's been like that all day," he threw over his shoulder. "I used to rule the world, did you know that? Whole gym does now."

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Tony wasn't laughing. Really.

"Did you? Tell me more."

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"Well, see, One minute I held the key" -- and, dear lord, Tyler was singing again -- "Next the walls were closed on me. And I discovered that my castles stand, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

He bitchfaced at Tony's laughing.

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Hey, he wasn't the one singing here.

Yet.

"I'm listening."

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"It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become," Tyler continued. "And drink your beer before I go through the whole damn thing again."

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Tony just smirked and sipped his beer. After a moment, he opened his mouth to ask how the rest of the non-singing went.

"Must be your skin that I'm sinkin' in
Must be for real cause now I can feel
and I didn't mind
it's not my kind
not my time to wonder why ."

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Tyler raised an eyebrow a fraction, and was surprised, when he opened his mouth, to learn he'd shifted off the Coldplay.

It's with you I wanna be

And then there were background singers. Somehow. He wouldn't question it. He was singing, why wouldn't there be background singers coming from ... somewhere?

(You're one you're one) Peace and love and empathy
(You're one you're one) Tie me off I wanna be
(You're one you're one) Shooting up the enemy
Shooting up the enemy yeah

That crown of thorns you wear it well
You bought it cheap it's time to sell
You say you're sick from altitude
A crown's a crown what can you do?

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Well, it was mutual annoyance.

The lyrics didn't even work. Really. Shut up.

"Everything's gone white
and everything's grey
now your here now you away
I don't want this
remember that
I'll never forget where your at
don't let the days go by
glycerine."

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"Why are you randomly British?" Tyler asked irrelevantly as he folded his arms.

"Paranoia, paranoia, Everybody's comin' to get me, Just say you never met me. I'm runnin' underground with the moles, diggin' holes."

"Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring.
But if you're bored then you're boring. The agony and the irony, they're killing me."

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"I was not."

So was, Tony.

"Someone
Stop my hands from shaking
Iron in my spine's conducting lightning
Raging anger,
Yeah, you've never been truly mine,
But if you were, yes, if you were, I wouldn't want you anyway."

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"I'm not," Tyler said, something flickering through his eyes. "And I'm not keeping you here if you want to" -- dammit, singing again -- "go your own way. You can call it another lonely day.

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Tony dropped the beer--oh, that was going to be annoying to clean--and grabbed his shirt to pull Tyler forward. "Please leave -- stay... I promise I'll try harder now."

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Boxer could get the beer! Or possibly Boxer's dog ...

Drunk dog. Heh.

Tyler stepped back, thoroughly confused but not entirely pulling away. "If you decide someday to stop this little game that you are playing, I'm gonna tell you all what my heart's been dying to be saying."

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Well, it wasn't like he liked the dog...

"Don't got a lot of time... Don't give a damn. Don't tell me what to do," Tony replied, pulling him back. "I am the man. If there's a god up there, something above... God, shine your light down here. Shine on the love. Love of the loveless."

...that was as close as he could seem to say it.

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It was ... really, fucking close, closer than Tyler had thought he would hear.

Christ, this was hard. He reached a hand up to smooth Tony's hair.

"And it's the damage that we do
you'll never know
it's the words that we don't say
that scare me so."

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Tony pretended that was because his hair was completely messes up by something. He just gripped Tyler's shirt tighter, looking away for the next part.

"Don't have too many friends
Never felt at home
Always been my own man
Pretty much alone
I know how to get through
And when push comes to shove
I got something that you need
I got the love
Love of the loveless."

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"You won't find love in a, won't find love in a hole," Tyler pointed out melodically. "It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm."

Even he wanted himself to shut up. Kiss? Kissing would be easier.

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Tony shoved him toward the wall, kissing him back hard enough to bruise both their mouths if it didn't stop.

Oh, shut up. Getting your guts ripped out in song wasn't exactly gentle causing.

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It hadn't been a gentle little duet for either of them, which was why Tyler returned the kiss with equal fervor. His teeth nipped forward, wanting to feel, to taste -- something. He didn't know.

The word mine rose into his head.

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"Bed," Tony managed. "Before we sing again."

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Tyler didn't trust his voice to answer. His shaky tenor had gotten all the exercise it needed for the rest of the year, possibly for his entire life. (And of course Tony sang absurdly well. That was Tony, there -- good even at things no one would ever expect, things he wouldn't work at. Because he was Tony.)

Nodding, he shoved away from the wall and tried to take Tony's hand. Bed. Things had some chance of making sense for a while, there.