Whether or not it's too hot or cold, Lazarus probably wouldn't say so. He's numb and disassociated, and lowers himself into the water while Tony talks gently in his general direction.

"He wouldn't stop caring..." he answers, curling his torn-up back. "But that's it exactly. Moises is always here. I've burned a template of reality into my brain and it still isn't always enough to make a difference. I ruined everything... the least I can do is keep from finding a way to ruin even more."

He hugs his legs to his chest, nodding dejectedly at Tony's reassurance. "Yeah, I... I know."