"Sorry." Tony murmured with a distinct lack of apology, sitting back in the cradle of his lap. "It's been, what, two days? That's like an entire month in Midgard-time. My body's moving on it's own."

Despite that, he climbed off and scooted back to his bowl. "You asked for happy times. You were there for those, but I don't think you get how happy those times made me."