Face to face, little things struck Tony like a load of bricks. He had Pepper's facial bone structure, but his coloring. Definitely his smirk, but his mother's dimple.
Oh fuck it, next thing he'd be doing is uploading pictures to Facebook and talking about what a proud father he was.
Rubbing a hand over his face, Tony motioned to the waiter for another espresso. Jimmy wasn't the only one who needed to sober up.
"Gotta admit, I've got absolutely no idea how to handle this. Except for I'm glad you look like me and not Rhodey. That'd be awkward."
That joke fell flat since Rhodey wasn't around. That weird twinge always hit him when he thought of his missing best friend.
"I named you after him, didn't I? Eh, doesn't matter. What's with the..." he trailed off, motioning at his son's hair.