[Sleep Deprivation]Tony only answered first with a knowing, but amused smile. “Or could it, perhaps be that you’re having trouble focusing way past a healthy period of time?” The billionaire asked teasingly.
Carlos blinked at him, his mind slowly comprehending what he said. “Uh… O-oh… um, I guess so… maybe.” Carlos rubbed at his eyes with one hand, sighing deeply to disguise a yawn. “Sorry, sir. Sorry…”
Tony smirked and let out an endeared sigh. "Next thing you know, you’re going to be shaving like me,“ he brought his hands together in front of him with a smart clap. "Okay, I want you to take out your company phone and ask FRIDAY give you step-by-step directions to the nearest vacant sleep room,” he instructed firmly.
Carlos jumped at the clap and he stared wide-eyed at Stark. “Sleep… room?” he asked. He vaguely remembered Stark mentioning them before, but Carlos had always been awake enough to hop on public transport back to his own apartment so he hadn’t needed one. Until now, he supposed.
“Uh, yes… yes sir. Friday?” He paused for a moment, listening. “Friday?” Carlos had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket.
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