Look, Tony got that there were a lot of frightened people in town right now, and that no one liked sitting with fear when there were no answers to be had yet. And he also got that as the town's figurehead (and general solver of problems) it was on him to find those answers. And try to help with as many problems as he possibly could.
But there were a lot of problems right now, and Tony could only stretch himself into so many directions despite the fact that he was trying. HIs whole family was down for the count and he couldn't help but be a little selfish in wanting to make sure they were alright between everything else he was trying to take care of.
So, he got it. But he also was tired, and on the spectrum of stress that was closer to an anxiety attack than not and it made him a little titchy, a little less forgiving than he might usually be.
Which was why he answered the door a little more sharply than he might normally, pulling it open fast without really being aware that St. John was leaning on it. "I've got sick kids trying to sleep in here--"