Yeah- the usual finance-soon-to-be-husband duties. [Not that Tony's used to someone being around to take care of him like this. Which is mostly his fault. He knows how he gets but more than that he doesn't like being seen like this. But... it is a nice thought. He's lucky, really, that he's got someone as stubborn as he is.

One hand on the back of the couch, he tries to sit up a bit so he can do what Steve's asking him to. And he listens, too. Taking small sips helps at least abate the queasiness he's been feeling. He ends up slowly drinking maybe a quarter before holding the bottle away.]

It's just a stomach bug. [Who he's trying to convince by saying this who knows. Maybe a little bit more himself than Steve.] Probably one of those interns that stopped by earlier in the day. It'll-

[He takes a long deep breath and then eases back down, feeling the room shift around him.] I'll be fine. By tomorrow. [He knows he looks every bit the mess he is right now. He hadn't even managed to get all the way out of his clothes, sleeves rolled up, tie halfway undone, shirt still hanging on by two buttons near his waist, belt unbuckled, pants unbuttoned and unzipped. He can't even remember where he threw his suit jacket or kicked off his shoes.

He directs a bleary eyed gaze up Steve's way and tries a grin.] You don't have to play nurse all night. If you have a hot date or something. Don't let me keep you.