[ Rude, even though it was definitely implied for him to get up. But Steve's a good sport and Tony did issue many caveats that he's going to be such a bratty baby over this whole thing.

He comes back with damp, slightly cold towels, and immediately presses them gently against Tony's forehead, brushing away any protests if they should come. ]

I am too stubborn, and Tony, don't kid yourself if you don't think your penthouse has the best views in the city.

[ So this takeout date is bougier and more private than pretty much any other situation that anyone could hope for, even if all they end up doing is getting Chinese takeout and eating it directly out of the carton.

But while he's considering it, here Tony goes again, making himself so self-deprecating. ]

Not gonna duck out. Not even gonna hand off the baton to someone else to do all this. Tony, it's not a chore to take care of you. It's a privilege, for me.