[ Shit but it's unsettling. The eyes, sure, but more than that just.... talking to him. Alive and all. It's been over 10 years since they interacted, technically, even though Sam wasn't around for 5 of those. Bit over 3 years since Tony died. ]

And me. [ Bone dry. ] You guess.

[ After a moment, Sam snorts, humour pulling on the weirdness of it all. ]

Alright. You picked a shit afterlife to meet me in. And I can't decide if the eyes are more or less stupid than the colored glasses.

[ He licks his lips, winces and then wipes the blood away. ]

I mean, maybe I ain't dead. I don't actually know...