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After that night, Sherlock has been unusually reserved. And for Sherlock, that is saying something. Jarvis worries about him, but there is little he can do besides offer his advice and keep a metaphorical eye on Obadiah, who hasn't done anything interesting since.

Tony is asleep. Sherlock is playing the violin. Jarvis lets his mind wander a little.

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Naturally.

"Thanks for the information on Stane." It may actually come in handy - it'll help him anticipate Cal's reactions if he needs to. "Anything else I need to know?"

"He is very adept at implying nastiness without overtly crossing social boundaries."

Peter is free to extrapolate as he likes from that observation.

Peter snorts. He knows the type. He is not impressed by the type.

"He can try it on me, see how far he gets."

"I expect he prefers to try it on people he considers vulnerable."

"And Cal's like a fucking baby rabbit with shit like that."

He has no intention of elaborating on that comment, but assumes Sherlock isn't aware of exactly how accurate it is. Cal barely acknowledges his uncle these days. Forget talking about him.

"Well, I hope he enjoyed himself, because he's not getting a second chance."

"Indeed he is not," Sherlock agrees.

Peter reads that as a declaration that Cal will continue to be safe in the Stark residence and says,

"Good. I'll give you a call once I've gotten a chance to read up on your parents."

Further to the trend of Sherlock being a disturbing person, he chuckles at that last.

"I look forward to speaking with you again."

Fucked up six ways from Sunday, Peter thinks.

"Of course you do," he says, and hangs up.

"Might I point out, sir, that as far as the general public is concerned Tony's parents are in fact yours?"

"Do shut up, Jarvis."

Not that he doesn't have a point.

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