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I like encouraging him. It keeps things lively while I'm tinkering on tedious stuff. Not so good during thinky stuff.
My life is an open book. Not only did the National Inquirer get those party photos, but they still keep dragging out the "Tony Stark is gay!" makeout photos from that one toga party in college every decade. Pretty sure that gives Rhodey a shit ton of nightmares.
I looked pretty that night. Everybody loved me when I was young and cute, on the cusp of building things that blew up in everyone's faces.