[ Fuck.

Again the pencil stopped on the paper, though Adrien still didn't look over at the video feed. ]

Oh I don't know. I can fling crap all day long and never find it exhausting.

[ He remarked, which was the truth. His entire existence involved flinging crap around and see who bought it and who didn't. Sometimes, when he really put his mind to it, he was quite excellent at the art form.

But here in lay the rub. Tony was a genius and Adrien knew it. He knew the man was also wickedly perceptive and often five chess moves down the board before the next closest player.

For fuck's sake, he'd trusted his life to the very perceptiveness that was now sticking him in the hot seat. This whole situation was a giant fucking headache. ]

It's a long, extremely unpleasant story and you won't like it.