Mason chuckled. Even though they looked almost identical, there was something about the other guy that made him think perhaps if it came down to a fight, Tony would be on the losing end of it.
Not that he intended on getting into (too many) fights here. After all, he was on probation technically and punching the first person he'd properly met since arriving the day before seemed a little extreme, even for him.
"I would say it's nice to meet you," he said as he let go of Tony's hand after having given it a firm shake, "but honestly? It's just kinda weird. Pretty sure you feel the same way, eh?"
He wet his lower lip and stabbed his fork into the bacon. It was crispy, but it wasn't like the bacon in the UK. It was too salty here, and the ketchup tasted wrong. In fact, there was a lot about this country that was just wrong and offended him on a deep level.
Tilting his head with a smile that was nothing short of roguish, he asked, "So if I call you just Crazy, or just Asshole, that's okay? But Crazy or Asshole is off limits?"
He'd found himself wondering why he'd even come here but honestly he knew the reason. He'd wanted to find his birth mother. Punish her for what had happened. Or something. Twisted logic, he was fully aware of, but logic all the same.
"I feel like this is some kind of bullshit parent trap situation."