[ He doesn’t pull away from her, but Tony can’t help feeling a little sleazy kissing another man’s woman. Even if she looks and sounds like his Pepper Potts, she’s still this other Tony’s girlfriend and probably still upset from his disappearance. Which makes this even worse, because now he feels sleazy and like he’s taking advantage of her. But then she’s talking instead of kissing him and the whole thing becomes moot. ]

You don't have to do that. I don't--There's no point. It's fine.

[ She might be convinced that he's the one she's looking for, but he isn’t. Looking like his counterpart isn’t the same as being him, and Tony knows that it’s the memories and experiences that count. Not the packaging.

And either way, he doesn’t want to be coddled. He’ll deal with it or he won’t. He doesn’t want anyone else having to see him struggling with it. Or with any of the other problems that have been plaguing him lately. ]

You should—Why don’t we sit down? Talk about the… Just sit down and—Do you want something to drink? There’s got to be something in here.

[ He’s hiding behind that suggestion and he knows it, but he’s a little out of his element here and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. ]