At the mention of his birthday, Tony muttered, "Fuck," surprised by the revelation. Already? Time did fly when you went to Jim Beam summer camp. He didn't really make the connection that Wanda had until she said it out loud, and it took concentration not to react. He managed to contain any of his misgivings of where this conversation might go to a frown, and, very slowly, unfazed, he leaned back from where he had been hunched over Anthony to what was supposed to be a more relaxed posture in his seat, but turned out to be straight-backed rigidity.
"I don't think throwing a big party is really where I am right now," he pointed out, gritting his teeth and twisting his mouth to the side in a flinching apology for the more recent disastrous event that was Pepper and Happy's engagement party. That wasn't anywhere he wanted to be. He would like to make it another month without a lifestyle changing catastrophe, because this one was kind of working out for him. Thirty-seven wasn't even a milestone, he could skip it and get some work done on his car without Pepper haranguing him. "I don't wanna..." he started, then waved it all away with just his fingers flicking away from the bottle he balanced for the baby, "I don't wanna do anything." That would be novel in itself.