Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Because he clearly didn't spend enough time already watching television and movies, Tony was in the common room with a bomb bottle of cola and a bag of chips, watching TV and thinking about ordering a pizza.

Professional interest only, really. Besides, there was a Wendy the Werewolf Stalker marathon on.

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"Why do you care what I think?" Tony countered.

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"I am trying to have a conversation with you," Leto replied. Note the word trying. "That would be pointless if I didn't take some interest in your opinion."

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Just when you thought the guy couldn't get any more condescending . . . . "Don't strain yourself on my account," Tony retorted.

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"I'm not, but some effort from you in that respect would be appreciated," Leto replied, almost flippantly.

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"You don't like it when I give you my opinion," Tony pointed out.

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"I do, but your judgemental attitude towards cultures other than your own is irritating," Leto replied.

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"So you don't want my opinion," Tony said. "You want my approval."

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"No, I expect you to think before you speak," Leto replied curtly.

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"You go around telling people you have drugged orgies and kill people for their water and you expect us to just nod and say, 'That's cool, man, do your thing'? Doesn't work like that! Maybe it's normal where you're from, but where I'm from, that's the kind of thing that takes some getting used to!"

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"And has it occurred to you that what you find normal can be equally strange to people from other cultures?" Leto looked at him. "And I'm not thinking only of myself."

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"Sure," Tony said, thinking of Firekeeper and Liir. "But I don't flip out if they're a little freaked at first."

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"Perhaps they are not reacting quite like you do," Leto pointed out.

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"What does that mean?"

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"That you are being quite judgemental," Leto snapped.

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"Yeah, yeah, I get the message," Tony said. He held up his hand and spat out seven syllables of a spell to call the remote back from Leto's hand to his own. (Yeah, showing off a little. What of it?) He turned off the TV and tossed the remote on the coffee table.

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Leto smirked. "Magic?"

He had been surprised, but he could hide his emotions well. "How nice of you to demonstrate."

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Okay, maybe he should've saved the showing-off for something more useful. Eh, not like his magic was that useful in a fight anyway, especially against someone with super-speed. (Yeah, Tony'd noticed Leto's super-remote-grab earlier.) Anyway, he wasn't going to fight Leto. Hopefully.

"Yeah, well, there's a lot about me you don't know," Tony said, standing up to leave. A Wendy marathon wasn't worth dealing with this guy.

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Leto looked up at him. "Of course. In that respect, we are equal." Perhaps not quite. He smiled at Tony.

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Tony resisted rolling his eyes one more time and left the room without another comment.