"No, nothing at all." Gladio gave him a small smile then and carefully pulled his hand out from under Tony's to lightly pat it before he reached for his cooling cup of tea.

"I'm not angry at you. For the record. I was. I'm not now. I'm sorry you're struggling. I'll finish this tea and head back to bed. Maybe I'll be able to sleep. Maybe I'll be able to deal with this better then." Maybe Tony would stop beating himself up for stupid things. He was making a bigger deal out of all of this than Gladio ever had.