There's all sorts of things he could say. He could offer hope - because it was unrealistic hope that had kept Rhodey going through the most recent battle, and frankly, as far fucking back as when Tony got his ass kidnapped in Afghanistan. But he doesn't think that's going to help here. It's not what's needed.

He breathes out. "I'm sorry, Tones." It's so little, it feels like it's not enough. But he doesn't know what would be, and if Rhodey knows anything, it's that there are no good bandaids for this. "What do you need?"