Tony took another deep breath, swallowing every tiny, petty rebuttal he could think of. He had just shared a drink with the literal god who rained hellfire on his city years ago just to make a big statement about how people were more important than pride.

He needed to stand by that.

"I've been distant. I'm sorry. The reasons I was distant--that wasn't you. All of that? My shit." He met Peter's hurt, bitter stare head on. "And I know that doesn't make it better for you." He threw up his hands. "Hell, I even said I wanted you to come to me at any point, but I should have been the one checking in more often."