Jarvis looked at him again, one brow arched delicately as he narrowed his blue eyes into a frown at his creator.
“I do believe you were the one to tell me to run before I walked, sir.”
Tony raised a hand, his fingers dipping through the soft blond locks upon the man’s head, carding through the strands he was met with and smiling as Jarvis instinctively leant into his touch. Without a word. Completely on his own.
“For you I’ll make an exception.”
Direct sequel to Creation, though it can also be read on its own if you’re so inclined.