"He doesn't sound like he was a very good father," Tony pointed out, knowing it was obvious but saying it anyway. "And I'm sorry that that happened to you. Everyone deserves to have friends growing up... It won't help, but I was always different as well growing up. Never had any friends." He had always been too smart. There was the fact he had gone to MIT at 15, graduating with two masters at 19. Most people had only been in university for a year at that age. He had always been the young smart one who put too much of himself into his work. He had been surprised he'd even gotten through MIT, though, considering his drug problems at the time. He had gotten over them, though. Thankfully. Alcohol? Not so much. He had always drunk just a bit too much. It helped.

"Hey, I'd like to see you try again!" Tony smirked, folding his arms. Okay, he really didn't. That had been another near death experience. Thankfully JARVIS had gotten the Iron Man suit to him just in time. "I doubt you'll even be able to get near me, I'm too awesome." He laughed slightly, a small but genuine laugh. Loki wasn't too bad company. Surprisingly. Tony could see that he was in mental pain, obviously, and had always been second best to Thor. That must have been tough. But he wasn't too bad a guy. Tony could see his virtues, rather than just concentrating on the fact that he had tired to take over earth. And Tony was sure there was more behind that too.

Tony smiled ever so slightly, and nodded. "I understand... But I am sure you have many good memories of time spent with her? Those are always the best things to think about." He watched Loki carefully, noticing how tired he looked. Tony was sure he was getting worse, not better. That really wasn't good. It really made him feel like wasn't doing a good job at all with helping Loki get better. "No you don't..." If things had been different Tony was sure they would have been... Friends? Possibly. Tony was beginning to see him in a different light, but Tony wasn't sure how much of the nicer Loki was just him being ill. Stripping back all his outer, protective mental walls or something. He didn't know what would happen when he got better. "Sometimes changing how we see ourselves is the hardest, yeah? But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try... And that you shouldn't try to make up to other people." He shrugged. He wasn't sure and wasn't really one to talk. Sure, he seemed confident, but there were days when Tony hated himself all too much.

Looking away as Loki vomited again, Tony grimaced. "That doesn't sound nice..." That must have been the third time that Loki had thrown up? Maybe more. Certainly not a good sign. Hopefully it was just his body getting rid of all of the nasty stuff inside it and hopefully his stomach would settle down. "JARVIS, find out some good ways to stop vomiting."

"Right away, sir." Tony waited for whatever JARVIS managed to find through the internet and various sources he could get to, watching Loki with a sort of worried expression.

"It is recommended that small amounts of clear liquids are drank frequently. Ginger is also said very good for settling stomachs and reducing nausea. We have fresh ginger in the kitchen and I have found instructions for making ginger tea." 

"How does that sound, Lokes?" Damn, he did it again. Ah well. "I can try and make you some ginger tea if you want... Only if you want, though. But it is worth a try, right?" Not that Tony had any tea making skills whatsoever. So whatever he managed to make might come out truly horrible. It would have been easier if they had ginger teabags or something... But not many of the people who stayed in the tower drank tea.