Confirmed, it did sound condescending out loud, but made Tony smile because he replied, "That's what I called it." He slouched back on his freed hands, not quite relaxed with his shoulders up still somewhat defensively, but he was trying. He still started with a blustery, "What, when I fell from heaven? Not a bit. Controlled descent. Never needed wings anyway, please."

Truth was, it still felt like it hurt, and Tony wasn't sure if that was just the new scarring, or just trauma from living with the pain and shortness of breath for a decade. What he said, with an apologetic tick in his smile for the teasing, was, "Some days were better than others." It couldn't have been that different, Tony figured, from losing a few bones, or drilling worms out of the muscles, so Jon didn't really need an answer from Tony, he reasoned. "Get what you came for?" he redirected, tipping his head to where Jon had lingered in the middle of the room.