JARVIS had seemed far too pleased to show him all the footage that had worked its way onto the news. He was sure that when he woke up a little bit more, and when his spine didn't feel fused together, he'd be very amused by it; he was used to doing what he needed to do with weapons caches and terrorist cells, hardly getting recognize for it unless someone snapped a photo of him over the States. But apparently he was recognized as an American Hero - and he hadn't needed to propose it. Howabout that?
He was still processing what had all happened, like downloading a large packet of information. Until then, he was cruising along on autopilot as far as it was concerned; he knew he needed rest, and then he'd come up with some great ideas for something. Anything.
Right now, as Pepper caught his free hand and tugged him away from the wall, about all that he could manage was that he was glad he was here with her at the end. Reasons didn't matter right now; he wanted Pepper. And not for sex, even. He just wanted Pepper's eyes to be clear and happy again. Which sex could do, but he didn't have the energy for it right now.
He stumbled a step along at her tug, then used momentum to work in his favor to draw her close to him so he could bury his head against his shoulder for just a moment, just because he needed to hold and cling because she was a damn anchor. "Mm glad you're fine," he said softly.
And because that was quite enough of that, he released her and stumbled towards the filling jacuzzi. "You're an angel, Pepper. Genuine. Going to give you a raise."