A deep breath. He saw this coming a mile away. He knew the place it was coming from. Still, it hurt, and the devil in him questioned why he was ruining date night for a greasy mass murderer.

"Because we're in the same boat. And I'd choose knowing each and every time if it gave me a chance."

Maybe he felt like he owed Loki something. Maybe he hoped Loki would become a valuable ally. In the end, the truest reason was that it didn't sit right to not let the man know. It felt cruel.

Tony made no move to bridge the gap as he watched the flames. He added a few pieces of wood to keep them alive.

"I get these--these weird visions. Hallucinations, maybe. Chalk it up to stress. It doesn't interfere with my daily living, but they're there. A coffin, in the distance. I can't see it clearly, but it's there." He brought his hand back from the flames. "I can dread it or run away, but I know it's there. And I know that I'm not in it yet."

Silence.

"That's all." His head sunk forward. "Whatever you choose, I'll honor it."