He nods, empathy playing behind his eyes. He isn't feeling amazing himself either, but maybe after a bit more lounging around... He has no idea what time it is even, and he realizes he really doesn't care. "I think me too," Tony admits, his arm brushing hers as he shifts again. "That's sad, isn't it? We're old people." But then it's sinking in how bad this could have been. Makeouts and potential dream-sex aside-- If he had been drinking alone he'd still be drinking. This is an acceptable alternative honestly.