[Not holding something breakable. Check. Winter's not sure he could've waited much longer without exploding or melting into a puddle or fleeing, but he could have waited until Tony wasn't holding anything, at least. Sure.

He still looks kind of terrified, like he expects Tony to explode himself, like he's not sure all those words to say "I'm not mad at you" aren't talking around a truth that actually says "I am mad at you", but he inches closer.]

Of course. I can clean it up. I can't cut myself on the pieces.

[The metal hand can't, anyway.]