[While Tony might not hear him on the surface level, some part of him must. It aids in a better sleep. Though it's been proven time and time again that he's always had better sleep as long as it was next to Steve. Maybe he'd been running a little too hard on empty, though, because he still just feels like it's not enough.
A little disheveled and out of it when Steve tries to rouse him. A slow, soft noise comes out of him before he tries to start making words.]
Mn- I'm up. [He is not. But he soldiers on regardless.] Really feel like... we could do better than air mattresses. [He keeps talking because that'll help him wake up more and eventually the words start evening out and he starts sounding more alert.] Maybe we could put them up in whatever the nicest hotel is in town. [Which would be a bit away from their lake house, of course by design. Disadvantageous considering Tony will need them around the clock- or as much of around it they can stand. But. Still. They should be courteous to their guests. Especially the one that comes from direct royalty.
He settles his hand on Steve's cheek, eyes much more clear and alert as he fixes his focus on him for a few seconds while it's still just them.] Hi. [Smiling tiredly though he hardly means to, leaning in just to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Something to steady himself further before easing back.] Okay. Alright. Time to face the music. [Which is sort of what it feels like. He assumes Steve will have explained at least the minimum needed to get everyone there but Tony will have to bare a lot more- ...most importantly first, though, is Alice. Who he is dying to see, to wrap his arms around and just hold her for a little while.
And it's thinking of her that he picks up the box of pastries and hands them to Steve instead.] Your idea. You give it to her. [Tony's usual song and dance. But hey. At least he likes to give credit where it's due.]
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A little disheveled and out of it when Steve tries to rouse him. A slow, soft noise comes out of him before he tries to start making words.]
Mn- I'm up. [He is not. But he soldiers on regardless.] Really feel like... we could do better than air mattresses. [He keeps talking because that'll help him wake up more and eventually the words start evening out and he starts sounding more alert.] Maybe we could put them up in whatever the nicest hotel is in town. [Which would be a bit away from their lake house, of course by design. Disadvantageous considering Tony will need them around the clock- or as much of around it they can stand. But. Still. They should be courteous to their guests. Especially the one that comes from direct royalty.
He settles his hand on Steve's cheek, eyes much more clear and alert as he fixes his focus on him for a few seconds while it's still just them.] Hi. [Smiling tiredly though he hardly means to, leaning in just to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Something to steady himself further before easing back.] Okay. Alright. Time to face the music. [Which is sort of what it feels like. He assumes Steve will have explained at least the minimum needed to get everyone there but Tony will have to bare a lot more- ...most importantly first, though, is Alice. Who he is dying to see, to wrap his arms around and just hold her for a little while.
And it's thinking of her that he picks up the box of pastries and hands them to Steve instead.] Your idea. You give it to her. [Tony's usual song and dance. But hey. At least he likes to give credit where it's due.]