"That's what they all say," Tony murmured with a half-hearted smile on his face as he saw the ice cream. "My favourite's actually yours. I told them that they were ripping me off by giving me hazelnut, but they insisted on the pun and I had more important things to argue with at the time, I guess. This is my very roundabout way of saying I'm eating you and you're eating me in this mutual ice-cream cannibalism," he stole the Hulka Hulka Burning Fudge container with a wink, taking the offered tray. "You fell asleep the last time I pretended you were that kind of doctor, Bruce. It's fine," it wasn't really fine.
Where Bruce had gone back to civilisation, Tony had nowhere to turn, really. He and Nebula had just stared at the remnants of their team and Nebula had kicked things, destroyed things - she'd lost her sister, after all. Tony had lost the closest thing he had to a son and now he didn't even know how to approach him in Preya without making things more awkward than they already were.
He felt like all he had right now was Bruce.
It wasn't strictly true, but he was a lot more broken by the Snap than he ever wanted to let on to anybody, which was how he found himself talking without really realising he was as he picked over the chicken, checking it was cooked through. "He begged me. He begged me and he cried that he didn't want to go, Bruce. He held on longer than anybody else did and he fucking- apologised. For dying. In my arms."