[Tony flicks him a look dry enough to be visible from behind the glasses, but he can't help but be drawn back towards the little tableau, even if he knows how it's going to go. He can remember this, as young as he was, the quiet conversation but increasingly tense between the two on why exactly why the younger Tony has to go to boarding school.
It's still a little unsettling to watch it from the outside, his tony self getting more and more wound up in the face of Jarvis' implacable calm. He understands it more now, how little option either of them had, but he can still remember how it felt like the worst kind of betrayal.
But the tech works. Even if he's forgotten a little what's supposed to be happening. Because rather than that little Tony pushing past the butler and running out of the room, Jarvis murmurs softly:] Come now, sir. This is not how you want this to end.
[And when the little boy gets up, it's to instead throw his arms around the man's legs.
Which is about when Tony reaches up to pull the glasses off with a sigh. Well, that was fun. And with an audience too, terrific.]
You get it now? [He just sounds tired, not looking over.]
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It's still a little unsettling to watch it from the outside, his tony self getting more and more wound up in the face of Jarvis' implacable calm. He understands it more now, how little option either of them had, but he can still remember how it felt like the worst kind of betrayal.
But the tech works. Even if he's forgotten a little what's supposed to be happening. Because rather than that little Tony pushing past the butler and running out of the room, Jarvis murmurs softly:] Come now, sir. This is not how you want this to end.
[And when the little boy gets up, it's to instead throw his arms around the man's legs.
Which is about when Tony reaches up to pull the glasses off with a sigh. Well, that was fun. And with an audience too, terrific.]
You get it now? [He just sounds tired, not looking over.]