Tony is already fixing his clothes. It's not perfect, but at least he's somewhat presentable at a glance. He looks up from buttoning his pants, head still tilted down as Bruce speaks.

"It was a great idea. We both needed it, and you enjoyed it. Stop pretending that you don't like my hands on you."

He's being a little blunt. Maybe a bit more like the Tony Stark who went into the cave in Afghanistan rather than the man that came out, but it's all a means to an end right now. He knows Bruce will keep withdrawing back into himself until there's nowhere else to go, and eventually he'll run out of room.

"Look, it wasn't a good idea with everyone else, but I'm not everyone else. And I won't let anything happen to you."