Tony hadn't gotten on with St. John from the moment the man had arrived. To his credit, it was because he'd been going through some really big stuff at the time -- finding out he died not only in his own future, but in some other dimension too. And he'd been really hurting about seeing pictures and videos of the little girl some future version of him had but he'd never get to. So, he hadn't really taken the flip attitude very well.
But it didn't really matter who he liked or didn't like, not when they came banging on his door for help. And now when John lowered his voice as asked without rebuttal or snide comment. Which -- good. Gwen and Pete needed the rest.
He listened, when John talked, gesturing for the man to come inside because hovering in the doorway was awkward, and because the guy looked rough on his feet. A lot of people thought Tony wasn't a good listener, but that didn't actually tend to be the case when someone was saying something worth hearing. And in this case, it was.
"Okay," he said after a beat because having a name to something that this may or may not be wasn't actually all that helpful -- especially when it was something that Tony hadn't heard of. But it was a start, maybe. And he could appreciate that John was clearly more concerned about someone other than himself. Which was -- Tony got that. "If you have any more information, I'd like it. It would help."