Pepper was still looking over him, finding no spots that showed any real damage to him. His face was fine and he didn't flinch anywhere she touched. That was a really good sign and she was grateful for it. The apartment was in a state and while he was okay on the outside, she really didn't feel he was just as okay on the inside. She knew he hadn't been for a long time, but he'd managed to throw up a defensive wall of pretending he didn't care about things. Now it seemed like all of that had just disappeared.
She would have legal look into the suit thing, but that was the extent of her helpfulness. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders as he turned away from her and gave them a squeeze. There wasn't anything she could say now that she hadn't already. This was prime I-told-you-so territory, but she kept that to herself. "Tony," she started to protest about his father. His father put a lot of time and attention on him, even if she was hired as a babysitter. And he did leave Tony a way to get the company, because, she believed, he believed he'd actually take it over some day.
"You're just tired," she said when he turned back to her. He'd run himself ragged on projects and partying. Then he said something she hadn't expected him to ever say. He'd made excuses, spun blame on her and others, deflected and misdirected a lot of responsibility, and even overcompensated for his shortcomings. Him being so blunt about his behavior had actually stunned her and she didn't know how to react. She took the glass out of his hand, and took both of his hands in hers. There was something about admitting he had a problem was the first step to being a better person in there, but she just wanted to tell him it'd be okay.
She leaned in closer and pulled him into her embrace. "You're a good man, Tony." Despite all her frustrations and the anger she'd felt throughout the last few months, she meant those words. She couldn't excuse everything that he'd done, but he'd lost so much and dealt with it poorly. She couldn't begin to understand how she'd feel in his shoes.
She pulled back to look at him. "You just need to stop running from everything, especially us. Peter and I are both here for you. Stop pushing us away and let us in. Let us help you," she said as she rubbed a thumb against his cheek. "Let me help you. Please." She didn't know how she could help, but she knew that she wanted to be there for him somehow.