Room 232, Saturday Morning
Mar. 6th, 2010 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wantstodirectTony (unaware of any weird stuff happening around him) flipped open his phone on the second ring. Amy didn't even bother with "hello".
"Actors," she said, "are extremely insecure."
Tony groaned. "You talked to Lee."
"He called me," she said. "He's not sure how to talk to you."
"He has my phone number. Does he need a script?"
"Cut him a break, Tony. He got hit with this stuff about you out of the blue and then had to face the cameras about it," she said.
"I am not apologizing to him," Tony said tightly.
Amy snorted. "Wouldn't expect you to. He was an ass and he knows it. I'm just saying if he calls, you should give him a chance. Think you can do that?"
"I don't know," Tony said. "He's going to have to call me if he want to find out."
"Fair enough," Amy said. She changed the subject then, telling Tony some of the gossip happening at CB Productions.
It wasn't more than half an hour before Tony's phone rang again. Lee's number. Tony stared at the display, then took a deep breath and flipped the phone open.
"Tony," he said.
"Hey," a familiar voice replied. "It's Lee."
"Hi," Tony said, keeping his voice neutral. He didn't continue.
After a long, weighted silence, Lee sighed. "I'm not good at this."
"What, phone calls?" Tony said. "Though you were practically an expert."
"Talking about stuff," Lee replied evenly. Another long silence. Tony wasn't going to make this easy. Lee finally spoke again. "Tony, I care about you. A lot. I flipped out on you and I know that wasn't fair."
"Wasn't fair?" Tony glared in the direction of New York.
"Okay, I was an ass," Lee admitted. "Total dick. What I said was unforgivable, but I'm asking anyway. Can you forgive me?"
Yet another long silence stretched out as Tony thought about things. He finally said, "I guess I could've told you a little more."
"It's your business," Lee said. "I should've warned you about the press. Look, you don't have to give me instant forgiveness, but do you want to come up here this weekend? I'd like to see you. I'll pay for the train."
"I don't need your money," Tony snapped.
"I know. I know," Lee said. "I'm really sorry about that. You've never asked me for anything. I just meant as my treat. Because I really want to see you."
Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Okay," he said. "I'm not promising anything. But -" He bit his lip, then said, "I'd really like to see you, too."
[ooc: NFI, establishy, and Tony'll be back tomorrow night.]
"Actors," she said, "are extremely insecure."
Tony groaned. "You talked to Lee."
"He called me," she said. "He's not sure how to talk to you."
"He has my phone number. Does he need a script?"
"Cut him a break, Tony. He got hit with this stuff about you out of the blue and then had to face the cameras about it," she said.
"I am not apologizing to him," Tony said tightly.
Amy snorted. "Wouldn't expect you to. He was an ass and he knows it. I'm just saying if he calls, you should give him a chance. Think you can do that?"
"I don't know," Tony said. "He's going to have to call me if he want to find out."
"Fair enough," Amy said. She changed the subject then, telling Tony some of the gossip happening at CB Productions.
It wasn't more than half an hour before Tony's phone rang again. Lee's number. Tony stared at the display, then took a deep breath and flipped the phone open.
"Tony," he said.
"Hey," a familiar voice replied. "It's Lee."
"Hi," Tony said, keeping his voice neutral. He didn't continue.
After a long, weighted silence, Lee sighed. "I'm not good at this."
"What, phone calls?" Tony said. "Though you were practically an expert."
"Talking about stuff," Lee replied evenly. Another long silence. Tony wasn't going to make this easy. Lee finally spoke again. "Tony, I care about you. A lot. I flipped out on you and I know that wasn't fair."
"Wasn't fair?" Tony glared in the direction of New York.
"Okay, I was an ass," Lee admitted. "Total dick. What I said was unforgivable, but I'm asking anyway. Can you forgive me?"
Yet another long silence stretched out as Tony thought about things. He finally said, "I guess I could've told you a little more."
"It's your business," Lee said. "I should've warned you about the press. Look, you don't have to give me instant forgiveness, but do you want to come up here this weekend? I'd like to see you. I'll pay for the train."
"I don't need your money," Tony snapped.
"I know. I know," Lee said. "I'm really sorry about that. You've never asked me for anything. I just meant as my treat. Because I really want to see you."
Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Okay," he said. "I'm not promising anything. But -" He bit his lip, then said, "I'd really like to see you, too."
[ooc: NFI, establishy, and Tony'll be back tomorrow night.]
