It was always doom and gloom with Banner, yet he did seem to be enjoying himself. At least from where Tony was standing, at the back of the room by the doors where he could make a hasty exit if he happened to catch the wrong person's attention. Keeping his sunglasses on and arms folded over an unavoidably more glamorous suit than most PhD's had the eye for didn't cut an inconspicuous figure, but he was never very good at that.
He raised his glasses long enough to shoot Bruce a wink as he cast around for the next question. If he had thought enough to prepare, he would have brought along something more distracting, like those twins from the lobby or pesticide free tofurkey. Had that phase expired yet?
Tony slipped out during a wave of applause before anyone else could crush for the door, chin down to focus on his phone as he idled in the hall. So far, early press tweets from inside were calling the talk disappointingly Hulk-less and about as bleak as Tony had thought, which earned an appreciative pout from Tony, sure that Bruce would consider that a smashing win. They couldn't all live up to their rockstar status. It was difficult to ignore the accumulating messages from his needy West coast office, though, blinking away at Tony's periphery and stirred into a frenzy after his short visit that morning. They weren't going to last the night without some reassurance. Maybe this trip wasn't the best idea, Tony wasn't in a good place to have dependents.