That was horrible. The last thing Tony wanted to do was maintain eye contact with a crying person, especially if he and the tears had some kind of direct correlation. Was it direct? It seemed very directed, and Tony had to wince, teeth clenched and hands out gingerly as though he could grasp at some new distraction. "Yeah, well..." he tried, not sure where he was going but set on a path anyway, "if you would stop doing weird magic stuff, we'd stop having these problems." That was probably the wrong direction, but by then Tony had thought of the appropriate thing to say so at least he could finish with, "You're welcome." They were just lucky her weird magic stuff responded in any way to upstanding logic stuff. Tony sucked his teeth, hands clasped in his lap then and clearly at a loss because Wanda was a force against anxious blathering and, really, Tony didn't have much else in him right then. No wonder they stopped talking. The longer they went, the more Tony would have to blather, and Wanda had never had the patience for it. At least this was the last place for her to ask The Question, and a lull in the conversation wasn't begging for it. "Did Jessie tell you about getting her head cut open?" Tony suddenly asked, because while that particular instance might have been a very private matter, there were a lot of ways a whole lot of people might have related too much to what Wanda was freshly reeling from, and this one seemed safely distant and squarely sympathetic.