[Tony uncrosses his arms and rubs the back of his neck; the same gesture of discomfort and uncertainty that Gene had made only a moment before.] I know. I know you're sorry. And no, it doesn't fix anything. But... Thanks. It... it does mean something, that you're sorry. Even if it doesn't change anything.

[He sighs, and looks away, his hands falling to his sides.] Would you change things? [Tony asks, very quietly.] If you'd known, would you have done anything differently?