Tony had heard that explanation from Kaplan and Altman, and it didn't get any better reheated. Of all the strange stories to stick to, this one was definitely the farthest from center. What could be the ultimate goal? Just to be disarmingly weird? Maybe it was some big joke.
Tony was having a hard enough time laughing at it without that last accusation, though. After what the boys had been calling him, strange hints to things they couldn't seem to be able to explain, things that made them look at him like he was the villain in the room, Tony wasn't sure he really liked hearing that he didn't seem all that much different. Fuck, even without that accusation in their eyes, Tony would kind of like to hope he had turned out a little different, made the right choice at least once in some reality. Or, at least, that someone could believe it was possible for the fantasy these kids were living. He mirrored her darting gaze; catching her eye, then looking down at his hands, back in his lap, shoulders dropping.
"You're a little too tall," he mumbled, only afterward able to turn to her again and give her his boyish smirk. Not everything else was exactly the same.