They'd never played nice, but they'd played for Sofia's sake, and it's basically the only reason Jack's even here right now - because she'd want Tony to know exactly how it happened, not have him wonder for the rest of his life, and Jack... definitely owes her that much. He owes her so much more, but this is all he can do right now.

He doesn't have their little girl with him, and when Tony opens the door, Jack's eyes - well, the one that isn't nearly swollen shut - are squarely down.

And he's quiet. It's probably the worst indicator of all.

"I'm sorry." Jesus, his voice is wrecked. He leans heavily in the doorway - should still be in the hospital, honestly, but the thin sympathy when they told him about her mixed with the smell of antiseptic had driven him half-insane - and says it again, half-mumbling. "It's Soph. I'm sorry."

It doesn't make sense, but he doubts it even has to.