Tony thought maybe that he could relate to that. It wasn't really the best being a kid, especially all things considered, but he hoped things would get better. He thought they would, Jarvis always said they'd change eventually and Tony hoped maybe they would. It had for this guy, maybe he could get it too.
The modified arc reactor ticked at something in the back of his mind, he'd seen this design before. It was like something he'd dreamed up once before maybe, something he'd imagined building himself, like he could remember the motions but wasn't quite certain that it was real. He bunched up his mouth to one side while he looked at it trying to place it.
Thankfully there was some small bit of mercy in the world and he got something of an explanation for it all. He was older usually, that was - well that would explain the fridge full of cheese that he didn't want to eat. Of course the introduction of one adult Tony Stark really did just kind of short things out for a moment, even as it made things sort of slot into place all at the same time. "We're not really kids." Well they were, but not really, they had been before and they were older usually. But Tony couldn't quite remember it all, but he still took the hand that was offered to him, tugging a little bit to pull Tony down toward him to get a better look at him.
"You're not me though, are you?" He asked examining Tony's face a little bit more. He'd pieced together some of it, but not everything, but things were becoming more and more clear the more he talked with Tony.