"Tony," Bruce murmured, instantly concerned when Tony made that sound. He'd heard it before, at that point, but he also just generally knew it. Sometimes he did the same, when he was feeling especially broken, when one more bad thing happened on top of all the other bad things. After the gun, for example. And it made him feel instantly regretful about what he said, to throw Tony that way. He wanted to reach out and comfort him at first, but he wasn't certain if it was right, if he was the reason.

He knew who Obie was right away. Obadiah Stane. Almost as famous a name. He knew he was Howard's partner, that he was around after the Starks died, that he would be a support system for Tony after that. He didn't know the depth of what happened there, no, but it was similar enough to his situation that Tony shared in that specific type of pain. Bruce got down on his knees so he was not hovering and instead in front of Tony, who was having a reaction to those particular memories. Psychic or otherwise.

"Hey, it's okay." He was soft again, gentle, apologetic. "Neither of them are here, and we don't need to bring them with us." That was baggage, carried everywhere, but Bruce did know that his obsession with Ross was an unhealthy one. In this environment, at least. If he and Tony wanted to have this fight back in their world, if Ross was alive and it was necessary, they wouldn't. He smiled faintly, still not touching Tony, just staying close, respecting his space. "Even our trauma matches, how weird is that?" They were a matched pair. "You deserve a lot better than you ever got from him. You know that, right?"