Yeah, Tony didn't know much about that look for himself, but he figured he probably looked better now, whole and standing. Mind, he'd heard about his own death, knew at least the short details of what had gone down and he wasn't --
It didn't upset him, not really. He'd done what he'd needed to to keep the universe safe. To keep Peter alive, and Morgan. It mattered. Those things, those people, mattered more than him. And it was a sacrifice he'd been willing to make. A sacrifice he'd still make now, even knowing how it ended.
"Hey," he said gently, because it wasn't hard to see that Peter was a few seconds away from a melt down (and that was fair). "You're okay." And then, because apparently Peter was just trying his hardest to keep on keeping on without a well of tears, "Yeah. Of course. With me, obviously. We've got a whole -- a while upstairs, you know? We'll make it into something better. More furnished. It'll be great."