"...Heh," Justin gave a weak laugh, rubbing his palms on his thighs and waving a dismissive hand after her retreating back. "I'm good, that's fine," he said fleetingly, coughing and looking up at Stark. He stood and offered his hand, but Anthony was back behind his desk without giving him another glance, and Justin sat again.
"You've been ignoring my calls, Anthony," he said with a put upon pout, "You're making me feel so unloved. We aren't angsty teenagers, we don't need to be screening calls now, do we? I thought you'd be happy for me."