"Why do you say that I graduated 2 months ago." he says
Tony arches one eyebrow sceptically. “Considering you said you already have trouble finding friends, do you really want to be the only kid your age on a campus full of people twice your age?”
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"Why do you say that I graduated 2 months ago." he says
Tony arches one eyebrow sceptically. “Considering you said you already have trouble finding friends, do you really want to be the only kid your age on a campus full of people twice your age?”
After a bit Jake lets go. "I've been looking at colleges in the area... do you think we could visit a couple."
“I don’t see why not,” Tony replies. “It’s probably still a bit early, though.”
He nods "Could... could you just stay here for a little bit?" he asks laying his head against him.
“…Yeah, sure,” Tony replies after a moment, shifting slightly to sit more comfortably.
He calms down and stops crying after a bit. "Thanks dad." he says softly.
Tony clears his throat. “It’s fine. You gonna be alright?”
"Nothin... your weird... " he says smiling "Do you like video games?"
Trey raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure, I'm the weird one." His eyebrow went up a little higher at the question. "I... I don't think I've ever played any."
He smirks a little "are you one of my dad... Tony's suits?" he asks
Trey stiffened, standing up a little straighter. "What's it to ya?"
"Hi... I'm Jake... who are you?"
"I- uh... Trey. Something I can do for you...?"
He nods and sniffles a little bit. curling up. "Why is it anytime I start making a friend someone punches me?" he says before breaking down completely.
Tony stares at him for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. Finally, he jerks back into motion, moving to sit on the couch so he can set one hand on the kid’s shoulder, since he has no idea what to actually say.