The reality of the situation settled over Tony like an uncomfortable frost, a chill that spread all over and seeped through his skin. Jeff was... why, it was as though he had been restarted! Samus, Falcon, Lash, and Lucas... people who had meant so much to him in such a short amount of time, they were strangers to him. He was a little grateful that he remembered Maxwell and him, though. Almost more relieved than he should be. It couldn't be thanks to a bonk on the head, considering how much smaller Jeff had become. Tony examined him and ruled that he must be 13 or so, based on his appearance. It was almost off-putting how sure he was of it, had anyone known.

That was how old he had been, the night he left on an adventure. And now, Tony assumed yet another truth: Jeff must have only just departed. Faint aspects of his mannerisms and way of speech were a bit different.

Another notable thought that streaked through his mind was the shock of how Lucas could just... dismiss their relationship like that... had it been him, he would have been desperate to let Jeff know, but... perhaps, Lucas had good reason. Tony thanked Lucas's consideration, but also felt a small prickle of jealousy that he was so good for Jeff, despite how glad he was that Jeff's heart belonged to someone so sweet. Even if it wasn't him. Maybe he was better off that way. He should feel guilty for even feeling the small bit of hope that came with Jeff's memory of Lucas being completely wiped out. He wondered what Lucas was going to tell him later with a slight trepidation he also couldn't help but feel.

Tony gently clinched onto Maxwell's sleeve as things were sorted out, for silent comfort.