[There Tony is. Not five seconds ago saying he couldn't stay like that- but he would've, anyway. For a while. So when Steve just decides to get up, it's probably about the rudest thing Tony can imagine. Which prompts the noise that leaves him. Bratty and in a bad mood. He then hangs his arm over his eyes as he shuts them tight and breathes out a long, slow push of air.]

Hot takeout date, huh.

[He lets his arm down, looking up at Steve with that slightly foggy gaze.]

You deserve better than the best takeout the city has to offer. But. I don't think at this point I could get you to go. Too stubborn. [He says this, like he's not also the very same way. And also like it doesn't benefit him in this instance, that it's not nice, that Steve came rushing to help him out. Even if he thinks he would've been fine. He's used to operating on his own. Figuring his stuff out. Fixing himself.

But he also did ask Steve to marry him. Which means he needs to expand that view a bit and continue to let Steve in. He reaches out, hand smoothing up the length of Steve's leg.] I wouldn't hold it against you, though. If you duck out. Promise it's not something I'll bring up every fight for the rest of our lives.