Everyone felt a little bored, Tony reckoned, until they found a way to contribute. Some people went on scavenger runs, others took over in areas that needed attention -- medicine, gardening, opening a bar or a coffee shop slash bakery. Or, in Tony's case, taking charge when no one else had seemed to want to and leading where necessary. They'd needed a plan instead of just floundering, so that was what he'd done.
Tony stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded vaguely at Peter's explanation of avoidance. "I'd kind of gotten that impression," he admitted, and it wasn't really judgement or disapproval in his tone when he said so. "There've been a few people from your world here, I think. On and off. The general consensus is that your version of me was ... willing to take some big, unapologetic risks at the detriment of others. And also possibly dead now? That's a trend that seems to follow, at the very least."
He wasn't great at talking about -- things. Stuff like this, so Tony took to wandering around the place, poking at this and that and going through whatever notes were strewn around. "If you need to talk about it, or whatever, I'd listen. But you don't need to apologize."