Stark didn't think was good at all, actually.

"...children?" he asked, very softly.

His chest ached in a way he couldn't quite name right now.

"And yes, last night was...you were, no. Not you. Nevermind. Not you. You're not her you're you. I should go. It's your apartment even if it isn't yours and I don't belong. I'll go. I'm...I'm sorry."