Shit, what did he do? Tony had to pull his sleeves over his thumbs to try to mop up the mess he was making, coaxing her back and to stop pulling at him while he did so she could rest and not strain herself. "It's fine, everything's okay, everyone's here," he repeated until suddenly her hand was there and Tony hadn't felt it at all but he jerked back, heart in his throat. "Yeah, sweetheart, it's-- just for now, getting you fixed up was more important," he tried to play it off, swaying closer again but with his hip cocked, an inch further way from where she might do something horrible. "I don't need it, see? It's okay, I'm fine." Which was true, honestly; he was still alive. This wasn't like the old days where he had to keep it charged so he wouldn't go into cardiac arrest. The thing just ran the suit, that was all. Now it ran Pepper, who was much more integral to the universe as they knew it.