"Thank you," he said, kissing her hand again and laying their joined ones on his leg while he drove. Tony had no idea how he'd react if he lost her or Sophie. Probably drink himself into oblivion or go on a rampage, maybe even both.
"That and having a kid wears anyone out, even me. Give me a 50 ton tank and Apocalypse ad I can handle it. Give me a two year old with more energy than God, and I'm down for the count." Either he was feeling his age or a kid reall did just wear you out.