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Rhodey sighs, rolling over in his bed for the third time.
Believe it or not, it is very fucking hard to sleep when your dorm-mate is muttering to himself, hammering down.. whatever the fuck Tony's working on this week. It feels like every time Rhodey sees the man he has a new project.
He sits up, letting the pillow fall off his head. He's given up. "Go the hell to sleep, Tony," he says, eyeing the man sitting beside his bed.
"No thanks," Tony replies. The asshole doesn't even look up from the nails he's sorting through now. What does he even need nails for? Rhodey doesn't fucking know.
"You need to sleep."
"No I don't. Im good."
"No you're not," Rhodey sighs. "You're gonna pass out."
"I've stayed up longer."
That is.. unfortunately not a lie. Rhodey thinks his longest is currently around 103 hours, Tony's only at 32 right now. Which means there's no way Rhodey's going to convince him, even if he can literally see Tony's eyes drooping. So, he decides to switch tactics. "C'mon, man. At least take the thing off."
"Which thing?"
"The chest thing. The compressor."
"Oh."
"You're gonna hurt yourself again, Tones.."
Tony sighs, but pulls his shirt off anyways. Rhodey looks away, even though he knows Tony wouldn't mind him looking, listening to him unzip the compressor. Rhodey doesn't know what it's made of exactly, just that Tony spent 2 months making it when he first got to college.
"You know you don't have to look away," Tony says, voice dropping into that flirty tone he just loves to do. Rhodey looks back at him to glare, and, fortunately, his shirt is already on again.
"Thank you," Rhodey mumbles. That's something at least. He doesn't want to deal with Tony complaining about his ribs hurting again. "If you're not going to sleep can you at least be quiet? I have a test in the morning."
Tony sighs loudly, dramatically enough that Rhodey immediately knows he won. "Do you really want me to sleep that badly?" Tony doesn't wait for an answer, immediately pushing himself up from the floor. "Okay, scoot over."
Rhodey does as he's told without complaint. He's stopped bother with complaining, it never solves anything. Tony Stark does what he wants, and apparently what he wants is Rhodey to have no personal space.
As expected, Tony's asleep almost as soon as his head hits Rhodey's pillow. Rhodey sighs, lying back down himself. Hopefully his snoring isn't as bad as his rambling.