"Yes, and I expect I know who. Take heart; I might be wrong."
Then he grins and shakes his head, hopping off the couch. (The movie pauses by itself. Thank you, Jarvis.) "Oh, ignore me. I'll just be a moment."
Before he reaches the door, the bell rings again. He unlocks and opens it; the rectangle of light from the doorway is reflected in the darkened TV screen. "Afternoon, Obadiah. Another of your surprise visits?"
"You know me," says the slow, warm voice of Obadiah Stane; the man himself is silhouetted in the door's reflection as he steps inside. "I just get so worried about Howard's little boy. He never calls, you know. Is that him watching a movie in the living room?"
"No," Sherlock answers, "that would be me. Tony's downstairs."
Either he doesn't want to introduce Obadiah to Cal, or he's Sherlock and he doesn't know he should. Even odds.
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Then he grins and shakes his head, hopping off the couch. (The movie pauses by itself. Thank you, Jarvis.) "Oh, ignore me. I'll just be a moment."
Before he reaches the door, the bell rings again. He unlocks and opens it; the rectangle of light from the doorway is reflected in the darkened TV screen. "Afternoon, Obadiah. Another of your surprise visits?"
"You know me," says the slow, warm voice of Obadiah Stane; the man himself is silhouetted in the door's reflection as he steps inside. "I just get so worried about Howard's little boy. He never calls, you know. Is that him watching a movie in the living room?"
"No," Sherlock answers, "that would be me. Tony's downstairs."
Either he doesn't want to introduce Obadiah to Cal, or he's Sherlock and he doesn't know he should. Even odds.