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[Each day Tony keeps telling himself it'll be all right. That if he's there, then other people must have survived too. He even tries to convince himself that the rest of the world isn't really destroyed, just stolen away to some pocket dimension or lost in one timeline and can still be recovered. They are ridiculous thoughts, but they keep him stable. But Sam reminding him of specific friends just brings his anxious pain back to the forefront and it takes some effort to come around again. He looks over at the hand on his shoulder, head bowing in defeat.]

I've slept. [Not well, but newcomers are all most likely still adjusting.] I'm not going to run out into the city now. I'm not that crazy.

[He smiles a little.]

But you're here. That's a start.