Tony held out his hands and shrugged. "I'm not going to force you to do or say anything you don't want to, sweetie, but if you are being bothered by something I'd rather help than hear about chicken costumes."

Although he did make a face a bit at the end. "And you can not send red and yellow roses to a funeral or those daisies that look like they were spray painted rainbow colors unless you want to send a very distinct message. Which I have before, but I wouldn't recommend it." He tried hard not to smirk there but it didn't work too well.

"The point is, I know you aren't one of my kids, but I'm still a dad and I'm your friend. Just.. keep it in mind if you ever need it okay?"