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T (private)
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Iron Man (public/deactivated)
@tony.stark (neural implant)

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[reneger]

( the look itself is familiar, even if it being on tony's face isn't. but it's been that way through most of this whole damn conversation, hasn't it? jason lets it sit there between them for a moment, before he's shoving his arm down against the counter and pulling himself up to his feet. )

Grew up surrounded by people who wore masks, Stark. It ain't hard to see when someone's wearing one.

( but he's not going to push it. instead, he moves to walk past tony. raises a hand to press it against tony's shoulder as he passes by him. it doesn't really matter much; jason gets the why, he's seen that same shit from almost everyone in his family. he's done it. maybe not in this context, but jason knows how to put on a mask and pretend everything's fine when everything is absolutely not fine and it's falling apart. tony's is likely for different reasons, but jason isn't going to psychoanalyze him. not today. )

I'll take the elevator back up.

( so he can go back to his book. )

[voicelog]

[ looks like they both know he has his walls up. he isn't going to acknowledge his comment or try to offer up an explanation in defense though. it doesn't matter if jason's aware or even if he misunderstands. it might be better that way, for the long run.

so, he lets him go, turning back to his work — yet another familiar barrier. ] Alright. I'll see you around. [ he has no intention to see him for a while, if he can help it. honestly, with everything that's happened as of late, he needs time to sort out his own thoughts alone, away from everyone who matters. ]