#softgenius

--I... Okay? But why?

“I’m not allowed to? Alright then. What would you like to name it.  I can bring it up to see you.”

Tony had some ideas about /how/ what had happened might have happened, but he had very few clues about what that was. He’d been hiding in his father’s lab when he’d tripped, but that wasn’t his dad in the middle if the room now, though the young adult kind of looked like him. He bit his lip to keep from crying and hugged his robot closer. The not crying thing didn’t work out as well as hoped once the person noticed him, though.

"Hey. You shouldn't be sleeping on the couch, Tone. C'mon, I'll take you to bed." He waited for him to wake a bit more, then took his hands to help him up. "Long day?"

“That looks like it was a nasty fall,” lightly putting it. “-Here, allow me,” her hand retrieves the rag without being granted permission to, and there she gently pads at the wound, cleaning any trace of visible red before she can get a good look at what they're dealing with here. Her movements are cautious, careful not to cause him more pain. “So, want to tell me what happened?”