Tony all but glared over at Mason when he started laughing at him. "You're a dick," he shot over at him. Tony knew he didn't need a shrink. He needed to figure out what was in his head and what was real and what he could actually do. Without any clues, the possibilities seemed endless for his powers even if they really weren't.
"Don't you dare make a scene," he tried to say in a hushed voice. No one seemed to be looking at the two boys from what Tony could tell so either he really wasn't having a conversation with himself, or maybe everyone else was in on an elaborate prank. There were too many plausible explanations for what was going on and it was making Tony's head damn near spin.
There was no way in hell that his mind would ever come up with a British version of himself with a name like Emerson or Mason. Tony looked down at the hand held out to him and hesitated before slowly reaching out to shake it. "Anthony, or Tony. And I won't deck you regardless of what you call me as long you don't start calling me Crazy or Asshole." Crazy was becoming his least favorite word in the dictionary with everything he was apparently capable of doing. Most people wouldn't hesitate to call him crazy outside of the compound and it made him anxious.