That? That's a little concerning. He's seen someone lock up in fear, in anger, in incredulous shock- but this is a new flavor. Rarely does this shit play out well for him so Tony is rightfully wary when hands snap to his shoulders and-

"Yeah? That's when I'm from-" Oh, good. A smile. That's a positive sign, he's not about to get shanked at the dinner table. He's been stabbed once this year already, he'd rather not repeat it. "Midway through. The world's still turning."

Half of it. Half of the universe but-

He staggers a little in Altaïr's embrace, steadying himself with a light, tentative pat on his back. Prophecy? Of the world ending variety. What the hell.? "I'm...a little lost here, buddy. Care to fill in the gaps?"