It's probably better this way. Though Tony's certainly capable of withstanding anything Lazarus could throw at him physically, it was much better that he didn't have to. Or have to try to keep him from taking a really inconvenient dive off of a building.

L's lucky it isn't worse, to be fair, but some of the injuries look dangerously angry and should definitely be tended to before a hospital visit becomes necessary. "Got any rubbing alcohol? Neosporin?" He's going to simply skim over the disjointed and nonsensical nature in L's words, he knows what's causing it. There's really no reason to point it out to him.

Gently he pats L's side, encouragement and insistence in one gesture. "Come on, up with you. Into the shower we'll get you cleaned up." To Tony's over-sensitive nose he stinks, but he's learning to cope with that without throwing too many fits about it. Sometimes he can't help the look on his face, though.