[Charles behaves himself, just focused on keeping the pain back and making things slightly more bearable for now - and trying not to think too hard about how this wasn't all that different from feeling like you'd just had a coin shoved through your skull - and listening to his answer, patiently waiting for him to finsih before saying anything.]

No, it doesn't. [It's not chiding, just a gentle statement of fact.

And while the next part is a bit less neutral ground, he still sounds concerned and gentle, like he's not really concerned by how the information is going to be received, but still knowing it's delicate territory and wanting to make it clear that he's concerned, rather than trying to lecture him or yell at him for what he may or may not have done now or was planning on doing in the future.]

People care about you, Tony. We're allowed to be worried and concerned, and sacrificing yourself for our benefit isn't ultimately going to do us much good. You're still gone. Nothing you can do for us beforehand is going to change that. [Notice those pronouns he's using, Tony? Despite all your annoying tendencies, Speed Wheeler here does give a damn about you. Several of them, more accurately.]