[Okay, so Jaeger might not be the most reassuring presence, but he is quick to pick up on little things. Or in this case, not so little things, because it's clear that Tony is struggling. Jaeger's expression softens and his body language eases down to something less intrusive, his shoulders shifting and his head slightly ducked to minimize his towering presence. Tony is over there and the kitchen nook is over here, see? Everything is good, everything is safe.

He still speaks in that rough low tone, but there's not much he can do about that- An old injury, perhaps.]

Of course, it's here to share. I drink it black, but there's cream and sugar too if you like.

[It's a small thing, trivial details of an everyday routine, but it's something for Tony to focus on, a conversation that they can have without inflicting further stress. The Hunt might be in Jaeger's blood, but Tony is not an enemy or prey, and he glances over at the other man with thoughtful blue-gray eyes. He'll do his best to be calm, steady company.]

We haven't been really introduced yet. Andrew Jaeger. Investigations.