ironmonger | (no subject)

...wow what a moment to pass within earshot.

Obadiah starts to answer, but then someone catches his eye and it turns into a chuckle.

"Evening, Tony," he says easily.

"Okay, one: Sherry that is not okay. Two, Obie, this is not the time to be a smug asshole."

Tony is pissed off and more than a little disturbed.

He's also blushing.

Damn.

Sherlock looks away and says nothing—but he doesn't look away far enough to stop him watching the both of them. It is too much to hope for that Obadiah won't notice what just happened, but perhaps he will have the sense not to pursue it.

Obadiah schools his face into a more appropriately serious expression, looking at Tony thoughtfully as he speaks.

"Of course not," he says. "I'm sorry, Tony. The timing just struck me as funny, that's all."

He snorts.

"Sherry, shut up," he says, but he's still glaring at Obadiah.

It is a very complicated glare. Part afraid, part upset, part something else he'd rather not think about too closely... but more angry than any of the rest.

Obadiah's expression doesn't flicker.

"I'm sorry," he repeats patiently, holding Tony's gaze.

Abruptly: "Ever thought about it?"

Obadiah's eyebrows go up.

"You are perfectly safe with me," he says, then,

"Maybe we should discuss this somewhere a little quieter."

"And maybe you should answer my question," he says, not backing down.

Obadiah gives him a fond look.

"Maybe," he says with slightly more emphasis, "we should discuss this somewhere a little quieter."

Do you get it now, Tony?

"...Fine. My room. Sherry, you coming?"

He has to think about it.

Obadiah gives him an inquiring look.

He's not even going to try to argue about this.

"I want no part of this," he says at last, "and I have no reason to doubt your good behaviour."

Now, there's a surprise. But certainly not an unwelcome one.

"All right," he says magnanimously, getting to his feet. "Tony?" Is that all right with you?

"Sure."

He sticks his hands in his pockets and heads for the stairs without looking to see if Obadiah follows him.

Obadiah nods a goodbye to Sherlock before he follows Tony upstairs.

He says not a word the whole way up, and when they are in his room and the door has closed behind them he leans against it, folds his arms, and waits.

"I meant what I said before," Obadiah tells him. "I'm not interested if you're not interested."

He slides his hands into his pockets, giving Tony a studying look.

"But it seems like something has your interest."

"A straight answer would be nice."

Apparently what Obadiah just said doesn't count.

"I'm not sure you're asking the question you think you're asking."

It sounds like a dodge, but for once he actually means it.

"What question do you think I'm asking?"

"I think you're trying to figure out something about a divide between fantasy and reality," Obadiah says. "I just want to be clear about my preferences in reality."

When it comes to Tony, at least.