"So that's it? You just go straight now?" Finally Tony turns from the mantle to look at Jack. He's mad. He doesn't know what's killing him more— that the bullet was meant for Jack or that Jack thinks he can just walk away and it'll work out. That's not life. You can't just do the thing you should have done months ago to fix the worst case consequence after the fact. "Can you even hold down a job outside of fry cook? What happens when it gets tough and you don't have enough money for groceries for the week? Do you just go crawling back to your so-called 'friends'?"

Jack's in this shit. And so is, apparently, everyone connected to him. Tony takes a few steps towards the sofa. Jack needs to fix this, but he can't. There's no way to ever take this back. Uncharacteristically Tony's foot slams into his coffee table, knocking it over in a loud clatter. His finger jabs the air violently to accentuate his next words. "If you don't make some real changes the exact same thing that happened to Sofia is going to happen to your daughter!"

He pauses, struggling to keep his breath even and not quite succeeding. This... His hand runs over his mouth, gaze glancing away. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it. "If you let that happen—"

He looks back. "—If you let anything happen to that little girl I'll kill you myself. No warnings. No third chances."