Mason tugged his earbud out of his ear when he saw someone crouched down outside the Hologym looking kind of like they were in distress. He slowed his jog to a walk and then came to a halt in front of the person - unsurprised to see that it was Tony. Whatever he'd been doing in the hologym he'd obviously fucked it up.
He glanced at the doors, tempted to just walk past him and go in himself, open up the city-scape programme he'd found and leave the guy to his own devices and it was so tempting because what the fuck ever. They'd only properly interacted once and the guy had been a colossal bag of dicks. True, Mason hadn't exactly rolled out the welcome wagon for the dude wearing his face but he gave as good as he got. He distinctly remembered some of the more cutting comments from his 'twin' from their first talk in January - You don't exactly look like the kind of guy who I'd want to be best friends with anyways and then the utterly unnecessary dig at his being adopted. Honestly he still kind of wanted to just deck the dude and be done with it.
But not even Mason would kick a guy when he was already down. Despite what some others might think of him, he wasn't a bad guy.
"There's a bench over there," he pointed out, "probably would be better than just sitting on your arse beside the door."