He never discusses those three months with anyone, not ever. Part of him clings to the idea that if he doesn't think about them-agony, torture, darkness, grief-they will somehow be erased from time. But, really, he knows that could never happen.
He wonders if talking would help. To lay his burden on someone else's shoulders. But that isn't him. He is an encourager, in his roundabout way.
He wakes, shaking, Pepper beside him. She reaches up to stroke his face and he comes so close, but then he remembers himself. Tony retreats back into his memories once again.