Tony was laying there. His dreams interrupted by Peppers voice. Having been shaken out of his nightmare was good, but he didn't feel like getting up out of bed.
"Pepper...," He mumbled. His eyes closing again. He had a headache. He knew that was his own fault. But he never seemed to learn. He just never slowed down on his drinking.
He knew Pepper never approved of his constant drinking. But he honestly had no plans on cutting back. He knew Pepper had asked him many times too. He yawned a bit.

"I don't see why I need to get up " Tony snapped. He didn't seem like his normal self. His eyes were full of rage. Tony was never this angry. There wasn't any reason for him to be angry either.
He gets up and punched the wall, his fist going right through. He seemed to have been having sparks of rage for a few days now, He wasn't sure it was even going on.

Tony walked over to his bench and noticed his blueprints. He still was busy , but he didn't seem to remember his meeting "I can do my work later," He said pointing to the papers.
He was yawning and rubbed his eyes. He still seemed angry. What ever had happened. He wasn't himself. He glared at pepper. He had an almost darker look in his eyes.
He walked over to the door and went up into the kitchen.