Tony's smile was weak and he couldn't even hold her gaze for it, all of the energy Raven had somehow gifted him with her arrival spent, and he let it weigh him down until he could have leaned his head on her shoulder. Instead, he took a long, slow breath, tasting the bitter black metal smell that must never have washed from her skin. He sat up enough to admit, "This is the best I've felt since I got here."
With a soft laugh, he let his eyes close entirely. "And I doubt anyone nearly as pretty also has your skill at getting through security," he continued with a drunken laziness, but he released his hold on her and leaned back against his pillow with a hand to his chest and a heavy sigh for her to flee the sick room as she needed. Whatever had drawn her down there Tony was sure he was not up to giving.