Tony glared at her from the corner of his eye, "That's not what I want." He hated when he couldn't read her, but then again, he was like that a lot of times. "You have three and I'm just tired. I did fall down stairs today, after all." He didn't have a concussion, and he knew she was just worrying, but still.
"I know, I--" he hissed when he moved, "know. Good thing I didn't fall down the entire flight," he mused as he watched her stitch him up the rest of the way. "I'll stay in bed if you stay in it with me. Either drugged or worn out, I'm not picky on the way you make me stay in it." There was a portion of the usual personality sparking through, which was good. He was trying to stop thinking about everything so much.