Tony didn't have anything to say, so he decided just not to say anything for a few moments. He had heard Loki saying that he needed Thor, but didn't comment. This information wasn't actually a surprise. Loki had been talking about him far too much. The story about him hurting his back was rather entertaining. Tony watched Loki for a few moments, brain whirring as he worked stuff out. What was he going to do? Well, find Thor. How? He wasn't sure yet. He could work it out. He was a genius. This shouldn't be too hard. Build some kind of communication device or something. Yeah. Because that was just a brilliant plan. Amazingly brilliant. "Eh... I'm sorry, I'm not good at this," he murmured, running a hand through his dark brown hair. "But, if it helps, I don't think your a monster... Even if you are a frost giant." It was kinda true. He barely knew Loki. Sure, Loki had tried to conquered the earth and a lot of blood was on his hands. But... It wasn't much worse than Tony, in a way. And anyway Loki hadn't exactly seemed sane. "But I doubt it helps, coming from me." He sighed.

Right. Here goes nothing. Why he was doing this he didn't know. He had suddenly been overcome with some kind of sympathy. Loki just... he looked so weak and broken. Tony recognised it. Similar to when he lost him mum, when so many bad things happened in his life. He knew he shouldn't feel sympathetic for Loki of all people. But he did . He should. But he did. Just for now, while Loki was in his house and ill. After that they would part ways. But it wouldn't be so bad to talk to Loki, would it? Wasn't like he was going to tell him stuff nobody else knew. "You might have heard, but my company used to manufacture weapons. I basically designed a missile to blow up people, then designed an even better one. These weapons were meant to be used against the terrorists. Turns out they had been being delivered to the very people they were meant to be stopping. My weapons, things of my creation, inadvertently caused many deaths. So, yeah, I've got blood on my hands to." He grimaced, memories of his kidnapping returning to him. Those had been dark days. He still remembered the man who had saved him... Died doing so. At least he was with his family now, wherever he was. "I'm sorry, I just thought you should know. I mean I know the worse thing you've done, I guess. But yeah. I used to be so proud and full of myself." Okay, he still was. But not quite as much.

"Anyway, I'll leave you in peace if you want." Tony began to move towards the door. "My company isn't all that great while I'm sober and I doubt it will help with your recovery." He kind of hovered at the door, watching Loki carefully. Damn, this was still not going well. Going from just awkwardly talking to Loki to spilling everything. Not his darkest secrets, those would never leave his mouth in the company of Loki... Well, he was pretty sure they wouldn't. But it had been kind of weird. He had thought like he should tell Loki to make him feel better. Tony was so confused at the moment and the source of the confusion was Loki.

That was why the faster he found Thor the better. Thor could deal with Loki. Thor knew what to do. Thor was Loki's brother. He thought he had an idea of how to communicate with Thor... Yes, he was pretty sure he did. He would have to be careful about it and not give much away. Damn, he needed something to drink. But that wouldn't be a good idea. He was beginning to realise this was why he normally didn't look after people who were ill. He just wasn't good at it. He was too busy thinking that he didn't realise that he was still standing at the door.