That was some gracious consolation, at least, but it hadn't occurred to Tony that they might not be entirely in the clear from their amateur hour brain surgery. It clearly baffled him that they carried on as normal, as though the mystery stew was worth more concern than the lasting complications they had left Jess with which was clearly worse than if they had left her braindead right there on the table.
Okay, maybe not worse than that, but Tony still stared after Jess in startled concern, then around at Bruce for some answers because he seemed to know better, though with an unreliable iron deficiency. "That's it, though? Just headaches? You've been talking about headaches?" he pushed, flicking a finger between the pair of them, sure there was an answer there that would explain why he'd been left out of these conversations. Best case scenario, they really were fucking and they'd thoughtfully left him out of that loop, too.