The Gig [Finished]

[accalia]

"Vic it is then, or Victoria if you would rather that one now?" Tony's not sure about that and when he's not sure he asks.

[yamikuronue]

Vic sinks his head into his hands. "No. I'm Vic now." I'll just never get married or have kids or date or kiss anyone ever again, and die alone.

[accalia]

A hand pulls Vic's face up again. "It's a good name. A proud one. You'll do it justice."

[yamikuronue]

Vic flinches slightly, not meeting his eyes. Whatever that means. "Sure."

[accalia]

"It's bad right now, but it won't always be. You'll rise above it, same as I did. I know you can, I know you will."

For someone who's bad at comforting, Tony gives a heck of a pep talk.

[yamikuronue]

Vic nods, slowly. "Either I will," he begins, not wanting to contradict Tony. "Or I won't." And I'll be dead is written large across his tone and face.

[accalia]

A sharp pain blooms fresh on Vic's forehead. Tony just bapped him there with a rolled up newspaper, what the actual hell?!

"I know that look. Stop thinking about dying, I won't let you expire before your natural time, at least not while i still draw breath."

[yamikuronue]

Vic flinches again. "Hey!" he protests, sounding like a kid in his surprise.

"Jeez," he says, rubbing his head as Tony finishes talking.

[accalia]

'I have a newspaper and i'm not afraid to use it." says Tony striking what is supposed to be a threatening pose but comes off as a farce. After a moment he continues "now that you're no longer thinking of the reaper, let's get those clothes cleaned. I should have something in my closet for you, pretty sure the men's stuff's on the left." Tony's misremembering of course, the men's stuff is on the right, but then it has been years since he looked in the closet.

[yamikuronue]

"Right," corrects Vic. "I brought some of my stuff from home," he adds.

[accalia]

"Right, that probably will work better." Tony replies, he seems to have misunderstood the correction as a confirmation. A quck glance at the clock before he continues "off you go. I'll start something for dinner.... something..." Tony's clearly not looking forward to that adventure.

[yamikuronue]

Vic hesitates. "I brought soup, if you want. Or I can cook, a little."

[accalia]

"Good, get changed and you can teach me how to cook then. that bacon and eggs was about the best i can manage, and i'm sure i didn't do them right." Tony's relieved, he was afraid he'd have to keep faking it until he figured out what he was doing.

[yamikuronue]

Vic nods, heading upstairs at something just shy of a scamper, glad to be free of the awkward conversation. I can do hotdogs, and eggs, and soup, and mac and cheese...

[accalia]

Tony busies himself in the kitchen, clearing away the evidence of the cleaning he'd been doing. he managed to get most of the dust and cobwebs cleared from upstairs rooms and mopped the hallway, but the closets were still untouched.... it's a huge improvement that did absolutely nothing to get the events of this morning off Tony's mind. Damnit! He's still thinking about that! STOP IT!