Tony needed the embrace more than he needed the tears. Bruce was safe, sort of like a smart and sentient teddy bear. At least Tony didn't associate him with the other Ofher Guy, the one that had the guards pinch his nose shut and force the alcohol down his throat so he would participate willingly in being bred while they watched. Maybe it was just cathartic for the opposite version of thst Bruce Banner to be the one to hold him back together again instead of tearing him apart?

Tony wasn't that philosophical about it.

He just held onto Bruce for much too long, glad the doors were locked because a few thousand people in one place tended to get curious about closed doors. He pressed his forehead against Bruce's shoulder long after the sobs finished and he sighed into his shirt.

"Can we keep this between us? I have a reputation as an asshole to maintain."