Really, he should have let Tony leave the bathroom in peace but there were too many emotions swirling inside of him and he felt nearly ready to crush under them all. Being with Tony somehow kept him together enough to deal with it or in the very least ignore it. He tended to do the latter but usually things were out of his control. Letting out a breath, he tried to keep his mout shut.

It didn't work.

"Can you just - stay in the bathroom and talk to me?" To prove to him despite the darkness in his mind he wasn't alone now. He had been rescued from the clutches of the in between and could breathe.