The joke may be ill-timed, but Nathan isn't paying attention to the content of what's being said. It's the voice that counts. A familiar one this time, a more solid anchor. He's here, not in that room full of corpses.

Perhaps most would be offended at being discussed as if they are not even present, but that is the last thing on Nathan's mind. Another deep breath, much steadier this time, an attempt to blank his expression, his usual safeguards against feeling overwhelmed.

"You're back."

Tony's is not a voice he would have expected to hear. He has been gone for nearly a month. Selfishly, he is glad for it. Family is more comforting than a stranger.