[Tony watches the phone clatter to the ground beside him, cracks spreading over the screen as it makes contact, but doesn't pick it up. Neither does he stop Jack. Instead, once he's alone, he leans back against the boxes behind him and lets his head rest on them, eyes closed. Too many images in his mind. His mom. Jack. An older man he doesn't even know.

His chest hurts in an hell of a lot of ways it shouldn't and he has to keep touching it to make sure there is in fact no horrible wounds in it.

So much for a full schedule. He needs a drink. And more after that one. ...He's not going to forget this. There's really no one he can depend on.

He won't make the mistake of trusting again. Not anyone.]