"A lot of people, apparently. Still not entirely sure why, when ever I started to explain as a kid eyes usually glazed over shortly after I started."

Tony puts down the tablet, and leans forward on the couch for a moment.

"I think for a guy who only needs to sleep maybe 4 hours a night still qualifies as that mother-hen. Poker?" Tony pushes himself up as he appears to have changed the subject, making the connection that if Sam didn't have a specific reason to come see him, he came because he needed the company, and it had been a while since Tony had played cards with anyone, so he moves across the room pulling open a drawer then waggles a deck at the once-paratrooper