[ It's the little things, he thinks. The massage, the gentle words. Tony had warned he'd be a nightmare but overall, he's not so bad. Definitely not worse than he normally is, at the moment.

And if he thinks that Steve would shy away from a little heaving and cleaning up after Tony hawks up whatever's left in his stomach, then, he's got another think coming. Steve had spent most of his childhood sick and in and out of the hospital. Those kinds of things don't even register to him.

Regardless, even if it were a chore, it's all right. He's just happy to spend time together. They've lost so much of it. ]

Well, he loves me too. In the best ways. Protects me, cares for me. Levels with me when I need it. Supports me.

He's building me a house, too. For us to grow old in.

[ He smiles down at Tony, and then says: ]

I love you.

[ He can't even pretend to say no to Tony while pretending he's different than his fiance. ]