Yeah. Thor brought it before he gave me a lift downstairs. But I think I should... [Tony trailed off, but one finger tapped the side of his masked skull. Tink, tink.].... Stay in here. Give it time to work. I can't afford to get sick right now.
[Tony's voice grew tired and softer, audible through the mask both in speakers and then in a much quieter echo far within the layers. The glow in his chest gave off a steady magnetic pulse in firm, determined strength. It didn't need to work so hard; there was not so much tiny bits left--though certainly enough to kill him if that pulse ever stopped.] Sorry.
I know it's weird, but kind of give me a hug, okay? Just sort of... [One red metal glove sort of scooped in the air back, and then forward, into the curve of his right elbow.] It can be a fake one. I just haven't seen you. Forever.