Howard winced, the undercurrent from the man across the table intense to the point of being palpable, at least in Howard's mind. He was shocked to see some of his own expressions, brief glimpses of himself in Tony, and it twisted his stomach that he had been the cause of this.
Him, and his obsession with finding Steve.
He stood up, taking a few steps and another mouthful of his coffee.
"I don't know what to say, other than I'm sorry, and that doesn't even sound worthwhile, given... " The pain I've caused you? The damage I've done? The man I was heading down the road to become? "... what has happened."