Well beyond the point of pride, Tony had slouched forward in his seat at the sound of footsteps, anticipating much worse, and only drooped lower as the bag was snatched away, making him squint and wrinkled his nose against the bright light. It wasn't a beating, but it was still pretty excruciating to hear that fucking voice after so long in silence. He had nowhere left to go by the time Hammer reached out and touched him, making him drop his head despite the protest in his neck and strain on his wrists. "Better than you look," he grumbled.