Tony stares at Pepper a long moment as he feels the hurt in his heart growing, like ripples in a pond till it covered his whole body. He liked the woman in her own right, but the pain isn't for him or her. It's for the boy who apparently is sleeping in the next room.

"I- I'll tell him." Just how he was going to do that, he didn't know. Whatever the case, the news should come from him. Somehow he feels responsible for this. In some way this was his fault. What could he have done to prevent this? What were they supposed to do now?

He was going to be sick. "Trash can!" He gags out, barely able to stop the next action till there's something to catch it. It couldn't be healthy for him to be throwing up, but the very idea that Peter had lost one more person in this world was too much for him.