"Fine," Tony lied. It wasn't nearly that, and the sharp stab of pain every time he tried to move it too much was determined to remind him that he wasn't fine. He'd pulled through worse, but without something concrete to focus on, it was just one more thing to spike his temper. "You're changing the subject. Now, why would that be, I wonder." He picked up his glass of water and took a sip, glancing past it at Wally. "I'm beginning to get the feeling you don't trust me." The irony of that particular statement was not lost on him at all. He could, however, ignore it.