Tony gave a nod of approval, but the smile on his face was a hollow one. He wished he could go back to the numbness of his early days here. When everything was too fresh to sink in, to wound, to torment.
"It reminds me of home." That was not really an answer, but Natasha would recognize it for the endorsement that it was. He reached out to slide the book over to him and began thumbing through it, not out of any real curiosity for the book itself, but as a distraction. "I'm sure Bradly needs a bouncer to kick out squatters who overstay their welcome," he suggested, not taking her comment seriously. He closed the book and set it back down on the table. Maybe there was something to it. Maybe he should find a more productive way to occupy his time.