Howard nodded a little, sitting up more.
“Then let’s go get some food. What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”, he said, looking down at his son, trying to find out what he wanted.
“Just some soup,” Tony replied. “Not sure I’ll keep much else down.” He started to sit up himself, ready to follow his dad downstairs to make food. “Well…. maybe a grilled cheese sandwich, too.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gathering his strength so he could push himself to his feet.
Howard was up more quick, standing to help Tony up as he saw that he tried to.
“I can go get it, Tony. You don’t have to. It’s okay, you can stay here and I’ll go make it for you. That’s not a problem to me.”, he mumbled quietly, looking at his son, looking at the stubbornness looking back.
Tony considered arguing, but he felt so weak, and so he lay back on the bed and nodded. “You’re gonna have to let me start doing things on my own sometime,” he replied in a low voice.
“Some time yes.”, Howard said shortly, raking his fingers through his son’s hair, before he got down to the kitchen, making some soup for Tony, also getting some painkillers and the grilled cheese sandwich that his son had wanted, bringing it all up with some water to Tony, setting it down on the nightstand.
“Hope this is alright, I haven’t set the kitchen on fire, either.”
Tony smiled a little when Howard said he didn’t set the kitchen on fire. “That’s good,” he murmured as he picked up the sandwich. He ate slowly, making his way through all the food he’d requested in about half an hour before taking the painkillers and drinking some of the water.
Howard was glad that Tony ate at least, he just sat there, looking around. As he saw him finish the food and taking the painkillers, he smiled at him.
“Feelin’ a bit better now, mh?”, he asked softly, just wanting the younger to be okay again. That’s about all he wanted, but he knew it would take a lot of time.