This is the best Cal has felt in days. Everything related to Stane's fake death has gone off without a hitch - the paperwork stood up to whatever inspection it was placed under, people who got bribed stuck to their stories, and Tony played his part without even punching anyone. Last Cal checked, the media had decided that, what with two deaths of well-known public figures in a month, Sunnydale's death rate is the most exciting part of the whole thing. A week from now, they won't even remember Obadiah Stane existed at all.

After he was sure everything was going to be fine, he went to bed and slept for about sixteen hours, making up all the time he'd missed since Stane's real death. So that's helped too.

None of which is to say he feels all that great, though. There's still Sherlock, and Cal still doesn't know what to say, but he's out of excuses.

He thinks for a while about just calling, sort of easing his way back in that way, but he has to admit to himself that that just wouldn't cut it. Sherlock deserves better than that. (Plus Cal can almost hear the dryly disapproving way Jarvis would answer the phone, which - no.)

So in the end, fairly late that night, he gets into his car and drives out to the Stark residence.