The digital Tony was better at hiding his amusement at Jon's squeaking and flushed face, looking innocent with a hand to his heart at Jon's complaining, and had to cover the laugh that came from behind him by asking, "What did you think you were doing then?" He brought that beckoning hand up again, like repeating the gesture would give it some other meaning, then used his raised hand to dismiss the labled schematic for Jon to better see his own gauntlets, another overlay defining them in real time with scrolling lists of parts and capabilities.

Tony was clearly unprepared for the question, because the answer was displayed before he stumbled through, "Yeah, I mean, kind of, you know...," his reference images fanning along Jon's peripheral vision, some of them perfectly mundane pictures of Jon outside with shadows all laboriously graphed, and others much more intimate of Tony's hands fit around Jon's wrist or waist. They were gone quickly, the Tony in the helmet making a panicked gesture like he was tearing them down and replaced them with more equations as his real voice justified, "It has to be perfect, or your brain is going to leak out of your ears in there."