It's worked so far. Sometimes you're the only friend you've got. Even if that makes you crazy.

[Tony's smile is muted, but there is warmth in his eyes. He's still sad. They all are. But Tony is managing to cope with the humor he puts on to convince himself he isn't hurting. And it works. He feels better--enough to keep going.]

Mm. They're beautiful. [He looks back to Sam, and maybe the false smile falters a bit.] We are lucky. We're still here, able to see all of this now. We were the ones Benra or whatever force of chance happened to pick up out of the debris. I'm trying to be grateful for that.