"You call me Tones. It's a thing. Our thing." Because they have a thing, they have many, many things and how can he not know? How could he just forget-

A blink and he thinks back to the tidy little list of native flora and fauna, cataloged for newbies to learn of and be wary. Amnesia. "...Fucking Dust Moths. I'm wrapping you in a cedar suit, I swear to god."

Which means it's temporary, it has to be, and he tries to swallow back all the sharpened edges he's gouged into himself because he didn't fucking think to warn him and- not helpful, get it together Stark. "Come on. I'll make you some tea. We don't really have a lot of coffee to go around yet."