"..." Tony doesn't say a word, doesn't offer a hand, doesn't move an inch while he waits out Dorian's mental implosion. He's had more than a few himself and honestly? What works for him is finding something to focus on that he understands. In this equation the whole world, himself included, is a foreign variable and there's not much he can offer as a grounding point of focus.

It doesn't surprise him to have Dorian murmur something under his breath, he does the same thing when he's rattled.

Not that he'll say anything about it- not his business and one manfully ignores another person when circumstances take them by the spine and give their worldview a good shake. As soon as he's lucid, talking, moving? Tony pushes on, bringing them around the curve to the inviting heat of the forge, hearth crackling. "We don't have a steady supply of rubber, the alternative are- um. I think bedwarmers? Casing you put coal in and slip under your blankets to keep your feet warm. Pretty antiquated but what can you do? We're limited here."