The words were what Tony felt about himself and how he had interpreted Eva's assistance earlier. If Ignis wanted to know what Tony was angry about earlier or even now when his boyfriend offered a hand and he merely looked at it with a frown, that was it. These attacks left him incredibly weakened and shredded his self-image.

He ended up requiring more than just a hand up, as his whole body lacked strength, but once he was on his feet again, he didn't pull away. Instead he stepped into an embrace with his arms looping around Ignis' neck. He wasn't ready to move away from the younger man. He sighed, knowing his words hadn't come off well a moment ago. He knew Ignis wasn't understanding what was going on and would likely that that very personally. "I hate feeling like I'm sick, mentally or otherwise. I was for a little over a year after Thanos' first attack. I nearly died and I'd just lost Peter. I returned home and found literally half the world's population had been taken. It was random who had been taken and who was left, but we all lost so many. Anyway, the point is.. I know I'm still recovering from that and you've done nothing but support me through it. I know you're here when I need you. It's just a shot to the ego whenever I have to be reminded that this keeps happening. It's humiliating. I know you don't judge me, but I know Eva does. The others on this train do or would, if you didn't do such a great job helping me hide it." He glanced toward the door and his shoulders slumped. "Just when I felt like I was making some progress getting this anxiety under control, they show up."