02-04-2014, 01:01 PM
"Should I go?"
The question came as a surprise, although he did not know what to expect now that he put his mind to it. He had be consumed in the discoveries and possibilities, time had little meaning to him.
Perhaps it was a telling sign of his estranged relationship with normal life. When you were in hiding and hunted by fuck-knows who trying to kill you such niceties were rendered obsolete. Michael had sheltered him for so long and money was no problem he would extend the same courtesy to others.
Besides, did he really want her to leave?
He fell back on the memory of his days in the elite of Moscow, spreading his hands with a hint of a careless shrug. "If you wish, it is up to you. You are quite welcome to stay, however."
A frown touched his face after a moment, unsatisfied with his reply. He looked into Claire's eyes. He was sure she would have no problem braving the streets of Moscow, and would probably scoff at the suggestion of protection, but something in his words rang hollow and Tony could not shake the ripples of dissatisfaction spreading through his mind.
This time his tone and posture was far more serious. "Fuck that, I am done with the hollow words of the rich. Stay. I have little doubt you can handle yourself, but I have taken a liking to you,"
this with a hint of self-depreciation and mocking. "I am not exactly sure who - Michael knows something, but I have not seen him lately - but somebody wants people like us dead. It is no offer borne of pity or charity, but practicality and interest. If you need a safe place to stay; stay. I expect nothing and you can do as you wish, only continue to learn about your power. It may very well be the difference between life and death."
Bah, his father would have been horrified and ashamed, but Tony cared little. Still, bitterness crept into his expression. His reaction made his situation plain. If he had ever thought he could live a normal life, he would be bitterly disappointed. Time and circumstance had not been kind.
The question came as a surprise, although he did not know what to expect now that he put his mind to it. He had be consumed in the discoveries and possibilities, time had little meaning to him.
Perhaps it was a telling sign of his estranged relationship with normal life. When you were in hiding and hunted by fuck-knows who trying to kill you such niceties were rendered obsolete. Michael had sheltered him for so long and money was no problem he would extend the same courtesy to others.
Besides, did he really want her to leave?
He fell back on the memory of his days in the elite of Moscow, spreading his hands with a hint of a careless shrug. "If you wish, it is up to you. You are quite welcome to stay, however."
A frown touched his face after a moment, unsatisfied with his reply. He looked into Claire's eyes. He was sure she would have no problem braving the streets of Moscow, and would probably scoff at the suggestion of protection, but something in his words rang hollow and Tony could not shake the ripples of dissatisfaction spreading through his mind.
This time his tone and posture was far more serious. "Fuck that, I am done with the hollow words of the rich. Stay. I have little doubt you can handle yourself, but I have taken a liking to you,"
this with a hint of self-depreciation and mocking. "I am not exactly sure who - Michael knows something, but I have not seen him lately - but somebody wants people like us dead. It is no offer borne of pity or charity, but practicality and interest. If you need a safe place to stay; stay. I expect nothing and you can do as you wish, only continue to learn about your power. It may very well be the difference between life and death."
Bah, his father would have been horrified and ashamed, but Tony cared little. Still, bitterness crept into his expression. His reaction made his situation plain. If he had ever thought he could live a normal life, he would be bitterly disappointed. Time and circumstance had not been kind.