Tony met Nick's chuckle with a strained smile of his own, then let his head drop back so he wouldn't have to sell it anymore as Nick explained. Really, Tony had been lucky. Everyone he thought he could spend the rest of his life with were smart enough to leave before they got destroyed. Well, most of them. Getting involved with him set anyone down the wrong path, no matter how they tried to correct it. At least Nick could keep his wife from getting killed. Tony had emptied the flask, hadn't he?
By the time Billy was answering, Tony was on his back, knees bent but restlessly bouncing off of each other, like Tony's fingers still played with the flask lid. He had to tilt his head back to get a look at Billy, upside down, and his attempt at sympathetic was really just a slightly cross-eyed pout before Tony was looking back up at the blue bubble. At least Billy's question was finally easy to answer again, and nobody really seemed to be expecting anyone to answer their own questions.
"The exact second that was the hands down best moment of my life," he started with certainty, one hand in the air to pinch that second before him, "was when we-- I guess it's all pretty close, but it's kind of accumulative, but when we found Cap in the ice, and then realized he was still alive, Nick and I were both there when he woke up, you remember?" Tony made a vague gesture towards Nick like he might invite him into the story, but then he was going on and still staring at their shimmering ceiling: "I was checking his vitals, and I was just listening to his heart, and I couldn't-- I wouldn't stop because it was the-- it's like he has the biggest, strongest heart you can imagine, it was so loud, and I don't even know what I was thinking then. Everything about him was amazing, but I was just listening to his heart, and the second that I'll never forget was when he opened his eyes. At that point I had only seen the art and the old photos and I was still adjusting to him being alive and even being real, you know, and I don't know how to explain this because it's-- you've seen him, but-- he has these perfect, cerulean-- hero blue eyes. They couldn't be any other colour, right? But they're unreal."
When Tony's hand dropped back to his chest, he seemed to have decided to be finish before his happiest memory was really done. There wasn't really anything he could compare the experience to for either of them. It was like meeting God.