[ Alright, so fine. They're doing this. Tony lets out a breath even as he switches to voice, trying to keep his cool. It's not that he doesn't understand what Peter's doing, and frankly he might even agree with it. Which doesn't make it any easier to hear. ]

And how was I supposed to know you were gonna go back, huh? Or when? You know time is fucked up here. Maybe you'd go back, and you'd have years before you had to deal with it. Would you really want to spend all that time knowing?

[ What if, maybe, would. Tony's got a thousand of those and none of them have helped so far. ]

I've only known for maybe a month, if that.