In Tony's mind he envisions grabbing Jack by the throat, fingers tightening illegally as he drags the other man close and hisses, "What. Did. You. Do."
He doesn't do that.
Neither does he shove Jack aside and start running down the street yelling Sofia's name like a madman as part of him so desperately wants to. Yeah. What Jack says doesn't have to make sense. The facts are all right there in the context of the dirty details. Jack at his door. Alone. Half dead. Doesn't take a genius to figure out and he should know. Graduated summa cum laude. Twice. He doesn't need it written in crayon to spell out the situation here to him.
Other men, greater or lesser take your pick, might have broken down in tears. Tony doesn't do the tears thing. He doesn't weep or wail or raise his voice. He just goes...human. The fight goes out of him leaving him all too weak, expression lost like up turned into down and down turned into red, where the hell are you looking Alice because there's goddamn traffic laws to obey in this rabbit hole.
He's cold all over and it doesn't feel like anything will ever be right again. Eyes flick up and he gestures for Jack to step in, moving aside. "Get in here, my neighbors are... Look, the old lady across the hall gets a thrill out of making noise disturbance calls."
So obviously Jack should stop making a scene and sit on Tony's sofa. His apartment isn't luxurious by any means, but it's clean and it's tidy. Respectable. Small, but you don't get a place in the city limits proper and not pay for it in footage. He indicates the sofa again and goes to the non-functioning fireplace himself, a remnant of the original house before it was sectioned off into apartments. I have watched entirely too much HGTV. Anywho— he rests his arm on the mantle, still internally coming to grips even if outwardly he probably looks like he's taking this remarkably well.
"Where is she? Tell me you didn't leave her there for them to contact her harpy of a sister as next of kin." Sofia and Kate never had gotten along. Sofia was a visionary, eyes on the untapped beauty of this world. Kate is... "Gold digger" is a compliment when it comes to Kate. Tony's hand on the mantle curls into a fist. "TELL ME YOU AT LEAST DID ONE THING RIGHT BY HER."
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He doesn't do that.
Neither does he shove Jack aside and start running down the street yelling Sofia's name like a madman as part of him so desperately wants to. Yeah. What Jack says doesn't have to make sense. The facts are all right there in the context of the dirty details. Jack at his door. Alone. Half dead. Doesn't take a genius to figure out and he should know. Graduated summa cum laude. Twice. He doesn't need it written in crayon to spell out the situation here to him.
Other men, greater or lesser take your pick, might have broken down in tears. Tony doesn't do the tears thing. He doesn't weep or wail or raise his voice. He just goes...human. The fight goes out of him leaving him all too weak, expression lost like up turned into down and down turned into red, where the hell are you looking Alice because there's goddamn traffic laws to obey in this rabbit hole.
He's cold all over and it doesn't feel like anything will ever be right again. Eyes flick up and he gestures for Jack to step in, moving aside. "Get in here, my neighbors are... Look, the old lady across the hall gets a thrill out of making noise disturbance calls."
So obviously Jack should stop making a scene and sit on Tony's sofa. His apartment isn't luxurious by any means, but it's clean and it's tidy. Respectable. Small, but you don't get a place in the city limits proper and not pay for it in footage. He indicates the sofa again and goes to the non-functioning fireplace himself, a remnant of the original house before it was sectioned off into apartments. I have watched entirely too much HGTV. Anywho— he rests his arm on the mantle, still internally coming to grips even if outwardly he probably looks like he's taking this remarkably well.
"Where is she? Tell me you didn't leave her there for them to contact her harpy of a sister as next of kin." Sofia and Kate never had gotten along. Sofia was a visionary, eyes on the untapped beauty of this world. Kate is... "Gold digger" is a compliment when it comes to Kate. Tony's hand on the mantle curls into a fist. "TELL ME YOU AT LEAST DID ONE THING RIGHT BY HER."