He'd taken his shirt off once he'd gotten down to the workshop to survey the damage, because he'd only let a stewardess on his plane clean the blood away and give him a fresh shirt. He'd bled through that again and now he'd attempted to snip and pull out the torn stitches himself. He wasn't going to tell her no to helping him because he needed to sew this back up, but he didn't want her to see him like this.
He'd abandoned the hole in his arm and had just propped his head in his good hand on the table, crying softly into his palm as he thought about everything Pepper had said to him. He'd hurt her so much and it was killing him that it ended like that. Jarvis had prodded him that he needed to see to the wound but Tony had yelled at him to fuck off and the AI butler had done as he was instructed, only because it knew Remy was on her way.