Tony's chuckle through the mask was modulated to hollow static, maybe only readable through the drop of tension from his shoulder. Keith didn't really have to clarify. The people Tony adored joked with each other about killing him. That was affection, right?

"Of course it is," Tony readily enthused, and spread his hands to welcome a less fraught topic. "You're at the pool to show off to our generous hosts. Everything's fine, it's a party."