"No." The glasses on Tony's face darkened to obscure the sight of his eyes, as per an impulse that ran through his neurons as he turned back around to face Thor.

"He would, too."

Another silence, and Tony struck out west.

"There was that spring about quarter of a mile back. I'm gonna fill the canteen so I don't get a hangover. Would kinda--kinda suck the fun out of the morning hike. You want me to pick up anything on the way, yell."