That was war. That's different. Anyone out on the front line has risks. [He thinks briefly of Rhodey, of the men and women who died protecting him that day in Afghanistan. Not knowing whether Rhodey had made it out of the firefight alive. The thought makes him shiver - or it could be the aftereffects of the shocks, who knows - and he grips his glass tightly in his hands.] Probably. You didn't talk to me much unless there was something bad to take away from it. Old habits die hard.
[He realizes now that he'd sat back down on the floor at some point, and he rests his forehead against the cool leather of the couch.]
Not family yet. [Maria and Howard aren't even together, and Tony learned a long time ago that blood ties don't make a family. They're the outline of a family, a messy sketch, but Tony doesn't know these people in front of him any more than they know him.]