"Robert Downey Jr.?" Tony asked. "Beause there is this guy who swears to go I'm that guy and also that I'm on the downlow with Mark Ruffalo. Which, I mean, you could do way worse, so at least he thinks I have good taste."

Tony gave a helpless little shrug. Darrow was already, sort of, growing on him, in a way he didn't really want but couldn't avoid.

"How long you been? Here, I mean. You seem chill about it. Or maybe you're just a chill guy."

It would not surprise him, although the guy had energy. More energy than Tony. Which was saying something.