"I don't--" Tony started, realizing what a difficult question that actually was once he cast his gaze around again and had to switch rusty gears to give it some thought. He only got half way there when he doubled back, finally looking up to meet Steve's gaze and pulling the hand from his shoulder apologetically, smoothing it down his own shirt instead. "I was at the hospital," he said, and his hand came to rest over his heart. "Pepper was hurt, I would have come to--I mean, thank you, I can write you a cheque now, if you want, it's not very graceful but..." Nothing was coming out right. Tony had to raise a hand to his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a beat to put things in order, completely unprepared for this conversation. He hadn't even been out of jail for three days and he was already fucking everything up. "I, uh...So, but, what if something happens? I can make some calls, see who's available..."