[ Tony absorbs that to no reaction, at first, where it's a rare thing to be handed an apology when he wasn't first looking for one. Like realising you'd cut yourself well after the fact. Oh, yeah, that stings.

And is healed, hooray. ]

Thanks, [ is spoken clipped and fast and on a delay, but is also sincere. How nice it is, to be considered a whole person. ] You're fine.

And yeah I just [ robot suit whirs, softly, at the adjustment of his sit on steel edge ] don't think it would do anything for me. I want my memories of them to be the real deal, you know.

[ The squishy insides of his chest feel tense and frail, beneath all the metal. He nods a little, indicating a glittering city, its howls and cries, its lights. ]

This'll do me for a while.