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[americas_son]

It's been an odd couple of days. Cal has kept his focus mainly on Tina, and hopefully that's helped keep the weirdness on his end at a minimum.

When she's ready to go home, though, he promises with a glance at Sherlock to come back once he's dropped her off. With any luck, Tony won't ask too many questions until then.

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[poeticterms]

"I could lie to him outright, if I wanted to. But I never will."

[americas_son]

Cal nods slowly, drawing from his cigarette. He doesn't think much about where Jarvis falls on the existence spectrum; a few months ago, a certain conversation made it clear beyond doubt that he was more than a sophisticated home management system, and that was enough for Cal.

He decides that trying to think about it now is way beyond his capabilities at the moment, and dismisses it.

"I wouldn't expect you to."

[poeticterms]

He decides not to get into a discussion of his perceived responsibiliites. Cal has enough to deal with today already.

"Sherlock wants to know if you have a preference for apple, blueberry, or neither with your waffles," he says instead.

[americas_son]

"Blueberry," Cal says. "Thanks."

He falls silent, closing his eyes and concentrating on his cigarette.

[poeticterms]

Jarvis leaves him be.