[It's a nice feeling. Soothing. Relaxing. Makes him feel cared for. Steve's really good at that- has been, for a long time, despite their little hiccup. Even during it, that one time. He'd tried, anyway, and Tony, coming off no sleep, too much work, and too much whiskey, had rejected the idea of it. Foolish. As always.

Even being sick, he really wouldn't trade this for anything. There's just something comforting about resting his head in Steve's lap, letting him take care of him. For all that he did to try and stop it. His eyes close as he very obviously basks in Steve's attention.]

If you want the venue to look good, I don't think I should be involved to that degree. Don't we have a wedding planner? Someone should be sending you samples. [But even as he says this it sounds so hands-off that it makes him feel bad.] What kind of flowers do you want? White and blue? Maybe some red roses. If that's not going to give everyone the impression it's an all-American wedding. [But those are their colors, as fortunate or unfortunate as that is.]