"So that's it...." he said, looking over at Katherine while she looked at her phone. "I'm supposed to what? Just accept that and move on with my life?" he asked. "If what you are saying is true, and I am not saying that I believe you, then the other me is drifting around in space. He's as good as dead. I, however, have more of a fighting chance so if you don't mind, I should really be getting to work on finding a way back" he said, trying to get up to his feet.
He pushed himself up off the couch on wobbly legs and tried to make a move for whichever direction he assumed lead out of the room. He was in denial. brought on even more by the lack of proof. Tony liked evidence. Actual proof that he could work with. He didn't know the sorceress, didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. He was tired, hungry, worn out and his emotions were all over the place.