[Katsuki stayed quiet at first when Tony responded. He let the words sink in and poured himself some vodka, letting it sting his throat on the way down.

Fuck. He didn't know and he couldn't exactly blow this place up.]

I won't lie. This place doesn't give a shit about anyone's feelings. If you had been happier, you probably wouldn't have wanted to talk as much or done any physical contact. But you're smart. You still got memories of her, don't you?

[He vaulted himself over the counter, instead of walking around like a normal person and sat next to Tony, leaning his elbows against it and resting his head against his arms.]

So tell me about her. Is she as obnoxious as her old man?