[For a moment, Tony just stares at Charles, tempted to lie, mulling over the option in his head. But that hasn't gotten him very far, has it? Doesn't have him anywhere close to graduating. And it sucks, being stuck here as an inmate, in with the people who really can't function. The psychotic and unbalanced, the murderers and butchers. Sucks when he says he's an inmate and gets treated like a criminal.

So he reaches up, rubbing two fingers against his temple, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to remember what he told Fury.]

Cold, distant, never told me he loved me or even liked me. [That part, said like a speech. Remembered words he'd said in his annoyance. The next bit? More fluid. Said as he opens his eyes and almost seems to slump.] Drunk and strict, didn't believe in playing, just believed in success. Any time I wasn't inventing or studying I was just an annoyance. More involved in his work and SHIELD than his family.

[There are stories there, obviously. But for now? That's the most honest he's ever been about his relationship with his dad.

And it's not sitting well with him.]