That sounded incredibly entertaining. Not really though. What did you say to someone who didn't know what to do beyond play the role of doctor because she was told to? Tony found himself regretting having said anything to her at all. At least if he'd had kept his mouth shut, she could go about her daily routine without thinking into things the way she likely was now. Doubting yourself every single second of every day? Knowing that you weren't real? It was a horrible way to live. "You didn't look like you were working on anything," he said, wincing lightly at the feel of the alcohol against his arm. Hurt a lot less than a bullet wound, but still. Ow. "In fact, if I didn't know any better..."
If he didn't know any better? Really? He had flat out saw the look on her face when he'd walked in. But he was trying to approach the situation sensibly. The only reason he felt the need to do so was because it was his fault that she was feeling like this. Damn, he really, really shouldn't have said anything to her. "It looked to me like maybe you were upset about something. Maybe." He shifted a little, looking down at the wound she was cleaning up. "Of course, I could be wrong."