“I know that,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes. “I was just a little short on time and I figured you didn’t need to reenact the Hangover when you woke up.” Tony knows he doesn’t want to wake up with a tiger in the bathroom. He can only assume Bruce doesn’t either.

The question about his own well-being, he shakes his head. “As for me, nope. I’m right as rain. When the tiger attacked, he took the brunt of it. My fault. I kind of… provoked it. But hey, we caught it, so all’s well that ends well, right?”

He has no idea how to go about explaining what happened, short of blurting it all out. And he intends to tell him, he just wishes he knew how to do it tactfully. “Do you remember anything at all?”