Thankfully no glass remained, that would make for a dreadful experience. Once the temperature is right Tony motions for Lazarus to hop in while he finishes filling it. "It's a bit hot, tell me if it's too much? Try to soften up some of those cuts." Then maybe he can get them disinfected and spare Lazarus something even worse than embarrassment.

"He still cares," Tony agrees quietly. "I don't know if he'd hate you, but it'd be hard. With his brother... he's probably still going through a lot, yeah?" Were he in Cesar's shoes, Tony couldn't be certain he'd react with the same level of grace and composure. He casts Lazarus a sympathetic smile. "I know, L. But that's what I'm here for, remember?"

He won't hold it against him, he knows that pride all too well.