"How's it weird? We raise sheep out here you know." We, or at least, once he was the 'we'. Now Tony isn't so certain, though he knows it's entirely on his own head and no one else's. He's the one who can't be content, he's the one who cannot find peace or restfulness. It isn't anyone else's fault, nor anyone else's duty to fix but his own.

He just doesn't know how. But enough of those thoughts, he shoves them aside and flashes a smile that's a little lackluster and doesn't quite meet his eyes. There's a lot on his shoulders coming back here, and Jacob's a welcome distraction from all of that.

A few beats once they're inside, it looks like Nathan isn't going to try to direct them anywhere, so Tony just goes to help himself to the fridge. Got anything to snack on, Nate? He's hungry. "Yeah, last month when I was..." He pauses, the awkwardness could be cut with a knife here. "On my way out of town." He finishes, then goes back to rummaging.

Yeah that's a subject he doesn't really feel like touching on right now, oops.