Tony blinks at the other, and then clamps a hand over his mouth, which doesn’t help at all - if anything, the giggles become worse. Oh, god. Great. Amazing. Here he is, in front of the dude he’s pretty sure he wants to ask to see Star Wars with him, and he’s just giggling like a lunatic.
In an attempt to make it stop, Tony burrows his nose in the seat fabric, which is, in hindsight, a terrible idea, he could’ve lived happily without ever smelling a bus seat in his life, god. It doesn’t make the giggles stop, either.
No, what makes the giggles stop is that, at some point, he doesn’t have the air to keep going. “Oh, shit,” he says, leaning against the window, wiping a tear out of his eye, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t sleep the last… two days? I think? I’m not entirely sure what day it is, and I had four shots of espresso this morning already, I’ll say anything. It’s– it’s just–” he waves vaguely in the direction of the stranger’s face, “uh, you have– nice– bone structure…? I mean.”
He pauses, smiles a little bit, gives a shrug. “I swear, I can be smooth, but not today, today I’m apparently gonna offer you money for sitting. With clothes. Although, if you wanna strip, who’m I to stop you, right? America, blah blah– oh, uh, where do you get off?”
Alrighty - the serial killer is giggling like a madman. Strangers are now visibly withdrawing away from him - stepping to the other end of the bus, giving him a cautious, annoyed look. Hey, Rhodes can relate to that.
He can’t help but grin himself, eventually. Shake his head, breathe out a chuckle, rub his forehead. God, the first person he properly meets in this city, and it’s a lunatic. Sounds about right for him, though, huh? “Jesus, dude, how are you alive,” he asks, first and foremost. Jim himself was so in love with the bed that you couldn’t keep him awake for two days straight if you tried.
(That’s a lie, by the way. Give him a broken engine and a pot of coffee and he’ll stay awake over the entire weekend.)
Eh, at least his bone structure is getting compliments, or something. He snorts. “Uh, thanks? You’ll forgive me if I don’t entirely buy the smooth part,” Jim replies, then. There’s clear signs of amusement on his features, though. Eyeing the kid before him, trying to evaluate what exactly was his deal. His clothes were too nice to be a homeless person or anything, so - what gives?
“Oh, uh - whatever’s the closest-ish stop near the dorms at MIT. Just moved in, haven’t figured this whole city out yet. Had to do some early morning shopping, get some real overpriced books, before first day. You know how it is,” he replies. Raises a quizzical, almost mischievous brow. “Why? You tryinna figure out where I live now so you can stare at me through my window, free of charge?”
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