And what was wrong? Fatigue, a possibility since he hadn't been generous with his sleep as of late. It could even be something as trivial as drinking on an empty stomach. As long as it wasn't the arc reactor he had nothing to worry about. Physically he had survived being held captive for three months, but more importantly he had survived spring break of 1987- this was nothing. But he wouldn't turn down Pepper's hospitality so easily. He has stopped as soon as she moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist before retracting his hand and lightly draping the arm across her shoulders instead. "Probably better support," he cleared his throat.

She was flustered. He hated it. She was the one maintaining order in his life; if that was thrown into turmoil then what was going to balance things out again? "Pepper," he repeated her name a few times to get her attention almost prepared to use Virgina if needed, "hey, it's going to be fine, okay?" No headache thus far, thankfully, just a nebulous feeling.

"I'll go quietly."