Tony was far too tired to argue with her. That and it was nice to have someone take care of him that wasn't going to fuss and coo over every tiny scrape. It was one of the things he loved about AJ but it wasn't what he needed right then. He pulled his shirt off and set it in his lap, not wanting to dirty her table. He sipped the tea, closing his eyes as the warm liquid soothed his throat.
The scar from his surgery was clearly visible in the middle of his chest.