Tony didn't answer. The impulses to answer with something evasive or something even acknowledging that the first thing out of his mouth would be evasive didn't fire off completely. Words made it as far as an unpleasant constriction of his diaphragm. Not eating breakfast, lunch, or even a brunch was gonna be the death of him. His head was already swimming.

"I would..." He pushed the shot glass aside and exchanged it for his glass of water. "...Really like to count my blessings."