He knew it'd kill him when she reached the point where he was unrecognizable to her, but he would be prepared when that time came. "That doesn't matter to me. You know I would do anything for you. Even if I have to carry you everywhere, chew your food up...whatever." Pulling her closer to him, he wrapped his arms around her, fingers tracing up and down her back. "You know you couldn't run. I'd find you in a heartbeat. You didn't force yourself on me. If I had known in the beginning you had this disease, I wouldn't have turned my back on you." He pulled away and looked into her eyes, his hand smoothing over her cheek. "I love you, okay? For better or worse, sickness and in health, remember?" No matter how much Tony was in pain or upset, Remy's feelings would always take precedent.