[ Steve feels his relief and keeps trying to cool down the rest of him, though he'll probably have to get up at some point to fill a vessel with some cold water in order to continue. ]

I'm such a me?

[ He knows it's the fever, but he repeats it like he's not entirely sure what Tony's saying until he elaborates, and then, he can't help but smile brightly, and look down as he turns a shade of pink. But soon he's meeting Tony's eyes again, and pressing a brief kiss to his temple. ]

All you had to do was love me the way you love me, Tony. 'Cause that's worth more to me than anything else. Don't worry about all the rest, those are details.

[ He thinks about how they're going to walk down the aisle in a few months, and how he's going to probably write down all his vows but then get up there and just speak from the cuff. How he's going to cry when he hears what Tony has to say, how he'll have been holding back tears from ever since he sees Tony in his suit. ]

Once you're asleep, by the way, I'm working on the seating arrangement. Those details I want you to worry about. Do you want a sweetheart table?