Stark Industries Loft, Late Friday

[tyler_gone]

So there'd been a date. Dinner, anyhow. And, given everything, it had gone ... not bad. Well enough to get them to bed, anyhow, and that had been fantastic.

The problem was, once they were all curled up and close in bed, Tyler fell asleep. And when he woke up from a dream about the feel of intestines slipping over his hands ... he wasn't the same Tyler, and Tony was in the lab blasting rock at a volume that would have made a teenager's ears bleed.

Also, Tyler was bored. "Jarvis?"

[OOC: For the person who let me mod him through sex, and his robot friend.]

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"Yes, sir?" Came the dry, British voice.

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"Jarvis, do you have free will?" These were the questions that came to Tyler's mind when he was like this, yes.

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If the cameras could eyeball him, they would be now.

"Pardon?"

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"Free will," Tyler echoed. "Do you think? Can you respond in ways beyond your programming? Can you improvise?"

He sat up on the edge of the bed and started rummaging for a shirt.

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"I am programed to think beyond my parameters," Jarvis granted him.

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"Good to hear it," Tyler said. "So if I asked who you would fight if you could fight anyone -- you could answer that?"

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"Yes, but why would I?"

The suit. Totally the suit.

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"Because you don't want to live your whole life without any scars?" Tyler tried. "I mean, if you had a body."

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There was a distinct notion of an eyeroll in that pause. "I believe I could live without."

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"Ah, but why would you want to?" Tyler wondered. "Scars mean you did something."

His fingers went to the raised mark on his hand. Their hand.

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"I highly doubt a scar would make me feel as though I did or did not do something."

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Tyler grumbled under his breath. "So what would?" he wondered. "What are your life goals, Jarvis?"

Why he was having this conversation with AI, he could not have told you.

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"To marry GLaDOS To ensure Mr. Stark doesn't get himself killed working on a project."

Duh.

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"Do you think he's likely to?" This was asked with bland curiosity, not the fierce denial with which Tyler might have ordinarily met the suggestion.

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"The odds run about even." Such loyalty.

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"At least if he did, he'd go out doing something he loved."

Loyalty squared.

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Sometime during this, the music died down and Tony made his way up the stairs. He... needed a shower from all the grease smudges, but he was at least alive.

Despite the damned conversation.

"Who would?"

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Tyler's eyes flickered to Tony. "Jarvis thinks it's 50-50 you'll kill yourself experimenting someday. I just said it wouldn't be the worst way you could go."

Apparently he was kind of a tattletale.

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Oh, Jarvis would get him back. Doors closing on him randomly from now on.

"You're talking with Jarvis about my odds of survival."

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"I was bored," Tyler explained. "It was talk to Jarvis or go down and bother you. Figured you'd rather I talk to Jarvis. We were having a nice conversation."

About the odds of Tony's survival, yes.

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"There's a TV, you know." And a million channels.

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"I know. It rots the brain," Tyler smirked. "Are you worried about me conspiring with Jarvis against you, Tony?"

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"Terrified," Tony shot back dryly, going to get a bottle of scotch. Oh, casual alcoholism.

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"I can see that," Tyler said, just as dry. "I found out he has free will but doesn't want to be in a fight, if you were curious."

A pause. "Is it fair to call him a he? I mean, other than that one weekend, he's just technology."

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"I picked a male voice, so he works."

Tony lifted a glass to offer him some.

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"Sure." Tyler accepted the glass and threw it back. "So how did things go down there?"

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Tony eyed him for a moment before shaking himself out of that. "I'll need to have Boxer test it, but it's almost good to go."

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"I think she's still getting over last week. Might be a while before she's ready."

Unlike Tyler, who was so perfectly fine with it all that he was taking a vacation from reality.

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Riiiiight.

"I'll leave her a voicemail."

And traumatize someone else unknowingly.

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"That's a plan," Tyler said, and shifted like a man who was never totally comfortable if he was still. "Is anything open? Nothing's open. We could go to Baltimore."

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"Baltimore? At--" Tony looked at the clock. "--three in the morning?"

Close enough.

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"It's only 2:50," Tyler corrected with a smirk. "By the time we get there, the good clubs will just be shutting down. What, were you gonna sleep?"

He said it like it was a disease.

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"Unless you had plans to keep me up that didn't involve the paparazzi."

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"Not your world," Tyler reminded him, but hesitated.

Honestly, the ethics of making out with Tony made his head hurt. Idiot Boy was an idiot, but he cared about the guy and would admit it. Which was more than he could normally do. Bad idea for Tyler to wreck it.

So. "I think you should try to get some sleep," he offered. "Maybe when we wake up we'll see what else we can come up with."

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Tony just eyed him for a moment before downing his scotch. "Coming along soon?"

[tyler_gone]

"Eventually."

That was as much as he could promise.