It's fine; it doesn't– ( Never mind that, though he doesn't wave Sam off, as pink feathers wetly into the bandages- shit -and he relents at last on the unintended assault of his own wrist. )

But she's here. She's okay. ( Eye level with Sam, something in his gentle mien makes Tony want to babble apologies, undeserving of Sam's kindness. He trades intensity for a deep breath, the duck of his head to control himself. )

What, uh, what else is going on, back home? I see you've upgraded.