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"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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"Yeah, little bit."

Tony goes and retrieves a chair shoved off to the side, which often becomes the filing chair, not the chair you do filing in, but a chair on which filing might sit. Today it is empty, and so he brings it around so he can sit.

"Use an old pillow case, maybe layer it. I promise, it's worth it."

He crosses a leg over the other, lounging back.

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"Interesting," is the verdict. "I've sufficient motivation to consider it, at least. Sacrificed pillowcases or not."

It's not as if he's received complaints, but it sounds considerate. A shame he gave the oil over to Bastien's white elephant exchange.

John's hands fold over the slant of his crutch. He's adopted a comfortable lean in his chair in the course of the exchange.

"I hear congratulations are in order."

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"I heard that too," Tony says. "God knows we could use a little morale around the place, but I won't say she's not got her work cut out for her."

He is only half-kidding, honest.

"Thanks," a pivot, short and sweet and sparing Silver from yes-and'ing his banter.