Tony snorted, sitting his head back on the pillow.
"One plus two plus two plus one," he shrugged, then immediately remembered why he really head to stop doing that. "And probably. But I'm not exactly Sherlock Holmes. I just need someone to make sure the house doesn't fall apart while I'm working."
That phrase came way too easily for a man who hadn't worked for nearly a decade on anything but getting drunk and/or laid.