Well it wasn't exactly steady breathing, but still breathing. It's something at the very least. There's too much blood in his lungs and everything else to be steady.

Kind as you are, Jacob, Tony would almost rather stay asleep. It's painless there, dark and surrounded by the deafening roar of fire. But breaking through the dream-like fog of shock is piercing agony and panic. Almost too much to bear.

"R... richard?" He breathes the question with effort, lungs taking a pained and forceful breath resulting in a coughing fit that almost knocks him right out again. Where is his father? Is he alright? He'd seen him fall when he'd arrived, that filthy bastard standing over him... Where is he?