It was very fast, and maybe they could pretend it didn't happen at all, except Tony was left holding his own ribs where the warmth of the hug quickly escaped between his fingers. "Yeah, try not to blow anything up, harder to fix that," he muttered, and waved his free hand impatiently, encouraging Tommy on to get to the explosions already. He still lingered at the door to watch Tommy go, plucking at the fabric of his shirt where his hand was still wrapped.