[ tony quickly scrubs his arm across his face when it seems like amos is determined to look at him no matter what, and luckily that dries up any tears that were about to fall, but his face is left red with the effort of suppressing himself. ]

…

[ he sniffs. he doesn’t like that he’s now being treated kindly, but he also probably couldn’t handle one more second of their argument. ]

As if I could be okay right now… [ mumbled, as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. ] I’m surrounded by a bunch of humans, and my grandpa is—he might never show up.