"No, pal, I got you." It didn't take being a saint to let someone clean up after you, after all. That level of mindfulness Tony could achieve without difficulty. He wasn't sure when he'd started thinking of this place as something they shared - probably it hadn't been all that long ago. It was hard to feel like you weren't alone when the only other people present barely looked you in the eye. But ever since some ill-defined turning point in the history of their communication, the idea that they both lived here had slowly begun to take hold in his mind.
Not enough that he made very many concessions from what he wanted, but that would have been the case no matter who he was living with - servant, friend, or family. Jarvis was pretty much all he had for all three. It didn't matter. He'd have left his socks on the floor for all of them to pick up.
"I'll keep it to a manageable disaster. Well. Out there, anyway." In here, all bets were off, but then, he was starting to establish in here as somewhere no one else was expected or indeed really suffered to meddle. It was one thing to find your coat happily repatriated to the closet after a night of shedding outerwear into as many obscure corners of the living room as possible; it was another to go looking through your carefully curated mess of tools and bits of wire and other detritus only to find it had been organized. But, honestly, most of the mess here was on his computer. The projects he was obliged to deliver were gathering metaphorical dust while the ones he wanted to work on were spinning busily away, as usual. It would all come down to one godawful week-long burst of sleepless effort, but that was days down the line, so - who cared. "Promise. And you can use all that spare time to catch up on ... you know." He was only moderately embarrassed to have so little working knowledge of what the other man did for fun. "Stuff."