The wedding - it hurts just a moment after, but for a second he sinks into happy memories. It wasn't some extravagant thing, but she'd talked about getting married before either of them were taking it seriously, just teasing back and forth, and had talked about her dream wedding. The ceremony, the priest, the reception, the cake. Getting to hurl flowers at people (she left this out when discussing the wedding with her parents). Fuck if Jack hadn't broken his back and called in all the favors he had to make it happen, whether her parents liked it or not. Tony had given his adorable little meet-cute speech and everyone had laughed and made nice, and Sofia had had to scold Jack for sulking over how much they liked Tony.

But Tony's presence makes a hell of a lot more sense now, and Jack starts to think that maybe he... well, wasn't wrong to prickle at Tony's presence, but maybe should've asked more questions. Gotten to know him. She'd had to save both their dumb asses at some point, so maybe they had more in common than Jack thought.

"Yeah, alright." No argument. Jack carefully pries the shirt off, loses the boots, and nonchalantly tears off the bandaging over his shoulder. Broke his clavicle, apparently, and son, if it had gone any lower, it would've hit your heart. (Insert unsympathetic doctor gaze and quiet judgment from the nurses.) But it's clean and it's not going to kill him, so it'll just be another interesting scar to add to his collection. It'll match the ones on his back nicely. "You need to do any doctoring, or should I just soap the crap out of this thing?"

He's dumb, Tony, just bear with him.