"Rhodey, huh." It's an interesting name, but it's the look on...the other man's face that makes him pause before cracking one of the jokes that seem to come naturally. Everything is a bewildering fog for him, but for this guy - this is hurting, it's hurting bad. "I'm sorry," he says. It's quiet, and it's devoid of the good-natured sarcasm that's carried he and Tony through about the longest relationship either of them have ever known together. "I really can't remember anything at all. Maybe I hit my head or something?"

He doesn't have a headache, though, just this fog. Whatever it is, it doesn't feel like blunt force trauma. "Feels like it might be a good time to get indoors, though."