Who: Silver / Tony
What: Memories Plot
Where: His garage
Things to avoid: Nothing.
Silver pressed his back into the new creeper he got for the garage, staring up at the underside of the truck he was working on and working his elbow into the effort of pulling the skid plate down and away. The classical station was playing something he didn't realize very soft far in the background of the cool shop, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. Tony preferred to work in noise, but Silver liked to work in a sea of cool calm chords, it helped when he was trying to concentrate. He didn't require a great deal of thought to work on the truck, which had been badly retrofitted for off-roading and required some serious but not overcomplicated work to get it to where Silver wanted it. He'd taken on the project to keep himself busy when he wasn't working jobs and when he wasn't beyond the door. Tony was asleep or quiet, and Silver was enjoying the time to himself: the crank of the screws, the smell of the oil, the feel of the cool air under his skin as he stretched and rolled to reach what he needed.