"Hey Happy, would—hypothetically, of course—sharing a therapy group with a potentially homicidal mini-genius with long pointy ears and creepy purple eyes who appears to be suffering from Progeria and Munchausen Disorder and being subjected to her mainly world-domination oriented rants every other day make me—err, someone,—hypothetically guilty by association if she kills someone?"
There were many ways, Happy Hogan reflected, in which he could have responded to this question. He could have pointed out the legal ramifications of this hypothetical homicidal maniac's murdering someone. Or he could have brought into question, and thus debate, the possible threat to Tony's—or, a hypothetical someone's health being in the company of such a person for any amount of time. Or he could have let the question hang, treat it like the rhetorical question it most likely was, and ignore it—which would probably be for the best, anyway.
Happy did not, upon reflection, regret his answer, nor his purposeful obliviousness to the subjects he did not address at the time, which, considering said hypothetical potentially homicidal mini-genius with long pointy ears and creepy purple eyes who appeared to be suffering from Progeria and Munchausen Disorder's mysterious disappearance mere days later, and the conspicuous lack of any word about it, in any circles, he really should have been maybe a tiny bit anxious about.
No, he did not regret it, neither did he question his boss further on the apparent child-sized megalomaniac in his therapy group, instead choosing the simplest route to answer, and the most objective:
"I don't know Tony, I just drive."
A/N: this appeared because I have a lot of time right now and nothing to do with it. For the record, anyone who happens to pop up in this story is just a by-product of whatever fandom I happen to be entrenched in at the moment, so it's pretty random.
kudos to anyone who can figure out who the topic of this particular conversation is!