Pietro rolled his eyes, letting Tony take the box. Always the excuses. He needed that right now. A little stability. Tony could always be counted on. He didn't sugar coat anything. And his bards were never as sharp as they pretended to be. It took him a little while to figure that out. But by now they slid off like water off a duck's back.
"Would you rather talk about this?" He held up his hand, noticeably down one digit. "Or we could talk about the quantum teleportation break through. Fifa World Cup...?" he mused, waving for Tony to take his pick.