He gives her a little nod in thank you, closing his eyes briefly against the rubbing over his back -- that feels good. Except for how it further solidifies that this was never a dream. Tony takes the tiniest sip of cool, cool water and flicks his eyes up to her, ringed with red now.
"Yeah," he manages, a wan smile spreading over his lips as he lets out the smallest noise at the cloth against his skin. That too, feels excellent, but he's not surprised. Pepper has had a lot of practice taking care of him over the years. "Sorry."