"No shit?" He could sound more sympathetic, but that probably isn't what Tony wants from Jack, is it? They've never been that fake with each other, and it's not like Jack is jumping at the idea of starting now. "Pfff, gold plate. Bet it's tacky as hell."

But he knows where Tony must be right now (kind of knows?), so he gives the man a shrug of his own. He's never shared much of where he comes from - even Sofia had a hard time getting anything out of him, much less Tony hearing any of it. Feels right to share it now, though.

"Grams probably wishes I'm dead. Just like your good-for-fucking-nothing biker daddy and all. I was waiting to off myself until she died first, but at this rate that bitch'll be around when the goddamn sun dies." They're done cleaning, so now Jack moves to the gauze. It won't be a particularly pretty patch job, but hey, it'll work until he can see a real doctor. If he even bothers. "Used to beat me with a chain. A chain! Like, who even does that? I'm an asshole, buddy, but I get it honest."

So he understands the shit guardians thing, kind of. It's just idle talk to fill the silence, something to listen to while he tears another strip of medical tape off with his teeth.

"Saw her today." Should they be worried about a concussion? Probably. "Had her the whole day. Got ice cream, saw a movie, went to her favorite restaurant, all that crap. Wanted to make it a good memory." A shrug. "Pretty sure she doesn't love me anymore. Don't really blame her. Only so many times you can tell a kid I'm sorry sweetie, daddy can't make it before they get sick of hearing it, y'know?"