Tony raised his free hand, chewing innocently on his pizza again to stall any further defensive viciousness. He hadn't meant anything by it. Pietro was just being his predictable self, it wasn't Tony's fault that he couldn't accept his own defects. "Come on, dial it back. I'm the one out of the business, what do I know? Whatever you're doing that makes people trust you, it's a gift, don't ever doubt that," Tony consoled, then pushed himself up out of his slouch to slide the rest of the pizza back onto the table, leaving him hunched with his elbow on his knee. "I'm glad...you're okay," he added, belatedly, focus still on the table as he pushed aside some rattling clutter. "Sorry I wasn't...sorry I can't do anything to help," he managed with a cock of his head and glance back down at Pietro's hand.