It didn't take a telepath to see that Jean was upset about something. Tony raised a brow only a fraction, and then flopped down onto the couch next to her and extended an arm across the top of it.
Smirking some, Tony decided to go for the indirect route - get Jean smiling and laughing before he got into the heavy stuff. "I hear you made a miraculous recovery.. Had to come see it with my own two eyes.." he then said, before reaching out to grasp Jean by the shoulders, taking a good look at her. Slowly, he let his hands slide down her arms then, down towards her hands where he slid his left hand's fingers into hers. Tony was always overly affectionate, but it didn't mean anything. Tony was just that way.
Although.. His right hand looked normal, despite the fact it didn't feel normal. In fact, it felt a tad cold and cold like metal. The palm had some sort of glass part on it as well. Giving Jean's hand a squeeze, Tony lifted his looks-normal-but-doesn't-feel-that-way hand up and pushed it through his hair.
"A lot of stuff has happened since you were.. gone." he then said, totally relaxed, totally himself. Tony didn't hold back anything, rarely censored himself, he usually was a what you saw was what you got kind of guy as long as you were his friend. As the Gemini that he was, Tony was a study in contrasting forces. If you didn't know him well enough, you'd never think he was anything more than his billionaire playboy reputation.
"Not only around the X-Men, but all over.. A lot has happened with me - shit." Tony raised his odd hand up, the right one, and wriggled the fingers, "Lost my hand and hacked my brain. Among other things."