It was a good enough question, one that made Tony smirk slightly, introvertedly. How did he feel? "A little hungry," he said, but it wasn't to be funny, he was just being truthful. "Still pretty angry. There's not a lot else to feel but confusion and I don't really like feeling that way...so I'm not going to," he decided.

Hungry and angry, therefore, would just have to do for now.

What he wanted was a little reassurance but asking Bruce for that might have been laughable. Kiss me because I don't remember and I want to seemed like an odd request so Tony didn't make it, even if this next leg of their journey could leave him seriously injured.

Somehow, that was not as bad as losing the last few days...and losing what felt like, to him, to be something akin to home. Could a person embody that? When Bruce had kissed him, the world seemed right.

It was pretty amazing and terrifying and wonderful all at the same time.