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[brotimaeus]

Who: Richard & Tony
What: Tony is very hung over after drinking with Caesar, and Richard is very aware of it.
Where: Gateway City, some hotel somewhere in the city.
When: September 17th (holy backdates batman)

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He had always made a point of, when Tony was in the kind of state he'd found him in the previous night, mostly leaving him to it until he started to hear some signs of life. Richard had never been the kind of parental figure to stroll into their kids' space and rip open their curtains, flooding their poor abused synapses with harsh sunlight. After all, he wouldn't want it done to him, so why the hell would he do it to Tony?

Even if he had found him half conscious in the gutter. He'd get the answers for that out of him when Tony could piece his brain back together.

When the afternoon crept up and started to slip by, however, he set down his phone and fetched a glass of water before he headed to the motel room's bedroom door, tapping lightly on it once then pushing it open.

"You still alive in here, kid?" he asked, taking care to keep his voice moderately soft. "Startin' to feel like I need to do a mortality check."

Comments

[oncedevil]

If Richard had been like that he might have found it much more difficult to get Tony to come home. Ever. Especially after nights like the last, which is exactly when he should be home recovering. They went a little overboard the night before, and as such it was taking Tony a very long time to get around to rousing himself from hangover sleep.

He really didn't want to get up.

"Nnngh," Came the muffled response. He'd heard the knock, tried to ignore it, and then buried himself under his pillow. Sorry, Richard, he's become a zombie you are too late. "Leave me here to die." He grumbles from under his pillow.

[brotimaeus]

He definitely 'should' be at home, but there had always been a very wide gap between what Tony 'should' be doing and what he actually did and Richard had long since become used to the constant discrepancy. Sometimes he just had to step back until interference was definitely required.

Tony's response had him rolling his eyes slightly, setting the glass down and settling himself next to the younger man, one hand resting on his shoulder.

"When am I ever gonna do somethin' like that," he questioned, giving his shoulder a little rub through the sheet. "This is becoming a bad habit, kiddo."

[oncedevil]

Tony does not make good life decisions. He especially doesn't make good life decisions when his life is in upheaval and he's having difficulties coping with it. Which has honestly been the last year or two, really. As such it's probably not that much of a surprise that he's only managing to get worse with his actions.

He doesn't move when he feels Richard's weight settle next to him. Too busy playing dead.

"Nph," Is the response to the first question. Probably never, but he doesn't feel like saying it. "'S it." Yes, yes it is and he knows it. But knowing and changing are two very different things.

[brotimaeus]

Richard huffed out a gentle sigh, but he can still be patient at this point and he wasn't about to start lecturing the kid when he was probably not even thinking straight. Instead, he ruffled the tips of three fingers gently over his hair - what of it he could see - and smiled a little to himself.

"Brought you some water. Soon as you feel up to it we can go out for breakfast."

[oncedevil]

He's really not. All he knows is pain and a very dry throat, so the water is actually very appreciated. Why did he do that again? It seemed like a good idea at the time but now he definitely regrets it. Water though, yes. Mentioning food on the other hand just makes his stomach churn. No thanks.

"Time'sit?"

Can he muster the strength necessary to get to that water, that is the question.

[brotimaeus]

"It's uh--" He paused to check his watch, then to double-check. "Little past two. We got the room until tomorrow morning at least, so don't worry too much about movin'."

He'd thought well ahead, thinking that Tony likely wouldn't be stirring much that day. Not needing to rush to get out of a hotel room was just one less thing to worry about.

"Had a bit too much of a good time, huh."

[oncedevil]

"Shit," Came the defeated murmur. No wonder he felt like a freight train had parked on him, he'd been asleep for... goodness knows how long. Finally he begins to stir, but just enough to prop himself up a tiny bit and reach for the water. Yes that will help, thank you for being awesome, Richard.

"Remind me not to take dares." He and Cesar got a little out of hand when they were both drunk, but it had been largely Tony's idea. And his insistence that it was totally cool and everything would be fine.

Right up until morning happened anyway.

[brotimaeus]

"I could, but you'd just do it anyway," he replied good-naturedly, keeping an eye on the glass to make sure it wasn't dropped. Not that he'd have to clean it up, but he wasn't the type to not take responsibility for a hotel room he'd paid to stay in.

"Wanna fill me in on your escapades, li'l man?" he said then, shifting a little way down the bed so he could rest back on his hands. "Found you half-conscious in a gutter."