The rest of the group may have gotten used to and jaded by their unlikely hostel, but it had been a long time since Tony had walked these halls. Pepper filtered out the exhibit announcements from his mail anymore; easy to dismiss when he had his whole life to manage, he could see it later, the art wasn't going anywhere. Easy to regret when he could see the dust gathering on the portrait he contemplated. He didn't even care for photography. He should have been here every day. Jesus, he came up to this gallery to stop thinking about that shit. Tony clasped his hands behind his back, narrowing his eyes to focus. The photo didn't become any more alluring. The colour Tony caught out of the corner of his eye said a lot more to him.
"Hey, kid," he greeted with relief. Spider-Man was about the only person in this whole place Tony trusted not to be an emotional landmine, so rare welcome company. Every other person he had been forced to face today had been progressively more draining and Tony didn't know if he could be Iron Man for the next one. "Know anything about art?" Tony asked, canting his head and still studying the portrait. Maybe Spidey had spent enough time in the gallery to explain the intent here before they got back to work.