Not dead. Lost, very lost, but not dead. The relief in Tony's eyes is damn near palpable, a trembling hand combed through his hair as he tries to breathe through the rush of a weight lifted. Alive. Well. That's a welcome bit of good news in the middle of a dearth of it; though Hulk being a Gladiator probably isn't ideal.

Something he'd be willing to pay to see but- Bruce would have yet another bucket of guilt to pour into his preexisting ocean. "That's something."

Not much- but it's enough. Tony'll take it. "Is he here?"

He'd been under the impression that he was the only person from his particular slice of reality. Bruce being here- that'd be a marvel. "Or anyone else from home? Or is it just you and me?"