Tony's Secret Lab, Abandoned Warehouse District, Wednesday Evening

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Topher flung the door open with more force than he'd ever realized he was capable of, his heart pounding. That was partially from having run all the way here while crying, though the helpless grief and rage battling inside him was also a close second. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before -- like he'd just lost something completely irreplacable and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fix it with science or programming or anything without at least a scan of Tony's brain and a wildly undeserved medical degree. It was just... just the worst thing ever.

He kicked the floor, and then, finding that unhelpful, threw the phone and that stupid orb he was still holding onto the ground and hurled a hard punch at the wall.

Fuck, that hurt.

But it did kill some of the helpless feeling, at least. Now there was just... grief.

With a choked sob, Topher collapsed down to the floor with his back to the wall, cradling his bleeding hand and just hating everything.

[[I'M SORRY. HE JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS. for two, and NFB.]]

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This was true, Warren. While Topher did twitch on occasion (say, if someone were to mention boobs), his nose was rarely affected.

"Yeah," Topher agreed, reaching for a book. Then, hesitantly: "Um, thanks."

[wwiii]

That got a curious little glance out of Warren. And then a little, dismissive shrug of his shoulders and a slight twitch of a smile.

"Don't worry about it, Topher. We'll consider it even, okay? You stopped by with meta for Skyrim that one time, after all."

It had been some much-needed escapism. Warren had needed that at the time.

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"...yeah, I mostly just wanted to play with someone," Topher admitted.

That was obviously the most polite possible thing to say there, Topher. Really.

[wwiii]

"You had good timing," Warren countered, because so help him he was going to say nice things to Topher today.

... Because Topher was possibly his only friend in the world right now. Literally. He'd have to check up on the tiny handful of others tomorrow, maybe.

"It's fine."

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Warren. Seriously, you needed better (read: more resilient) friends. There was just no excuse for having Topher be the only one left in the world. None at all.

"Good," he said, nodding. "'Kay. So... books."

And then maybe playing with tech. But only with gloves on. You're welcome, poor Nothinged Tony.

[wwiii]

"Books," Warren agreed as he turned to lead the way to the stack of books that he'd hauled down here from the library. "And you can cross-check the notes that I made. Maybe something will jump out at you that I'm totally managing to miss."

[Sleeep for me. Night!]