[ It's been a long time; long enough now that he can't remember exactly when it is he started trusting Tony proper. Definitely wasn't after his first quarry; he'd been young and angry and scarred. Barely said a goddamn word to the guy, just stared at him like a dark shell until after the thing was attached and slunk off. Wasn't after the second one, though he deigned to give one or two word answers because apparently sitting dourly wasn't gonna fly forever.
At some point over the next few years, it stopped being about the arm so much as the arm made a good enough excuse. ]
You gonna let me meet her? Throw me on the invite list?
[ The latter might be more doable than the former; a casual social call is a little different than something as publically involved as a wedding. He's Homelander's prize. It makes a little more sense for him to be there than for them to just hang out. ]
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At some point over the next few years, it stopped being about the arm so much as the arm made a good enough excuse. ]
You gonna let me meet her? Throw me on the invite list?
[ The latter might be more doable than the former; a casual social call is a little different than something as publically involved as a wedding. He's Homelander's prize. It makes a little more sense for him to be there than for them to just hang out. ]