[Sam reaches up to pry Tony's fingers loose. As much as he likes the petting, that's a little too tight. But he twines his fingers with Tony's, trying to give him an anchor, a sense of security.]

I think that I'd like to be in a place that can keep an eye on my hydration levels. It's gonna be fine, Tony. Not all of us save going to the hospital for when we're actually dying.

[Which is kind of ironic, really. It's not like Tony has to worry about medical expenses - he's just a stubborn asshole.]