The idea that his nose might be bigger even without breaking it was a momentary distraction, making Tony raise a hand to touch it as well in a quiet, distant, existential horror, wondering at what he would be if it wasn't beautiful. At least he was rich. "Face sitting accident," he stated as though that had been obvious, glad to move on quickly and catch Joe's little torture feet. "Sure, I..." Well, that was a downer. Tony didn't know at all what to say to a woman who had lost a baby, feeling anxious and restless and Pepper's stranglehold on his outlandish impulses. He couldn't even apologize through it, for not having been there for Wicked at all from the start, which he was sure must have been devastating almost constantly and would have been a lot easier if he had at least gotten her the best doctor and ninja nannies and epidural. Instead, he said, "Tell her to come by, we'll do something spectacular, clear out some of this junk. Do you want this guy?" and pointed to Dum-E, who was still sulking and not doing his one job. Raising kids was a challenge, Tony knew all about it, they were a constant disappointment.