[ Of course Tony would still be flirtatious even though he's so drunk he's talking about old halloween costumes. Though Tony had promised quite a few things tonight, Steve won't exactly be heartbroken if they don't get around to doing them, since he also adores these little chats.

And, also, he won't admit it but sitting and listening to Tony bare some part of his soul that he didn't even want Steve to see is more intimate than the act of sex. Well. Okay, it's at least more intimate than the act of drunken sex, because it's still very hard to beat how Tony always makes Steve feel.

He gives a jovial roll of his eyes and gives Tony's nose a little pinch. ]

Yes, by putting you under the blankets and joining you.

[ And normally, he'd ask Tony to help him take his clothes off, but he's not sure it'd be a good idea to sit Tony back up again, so he starts unbuttoning his shirt, though if Tony wants to help, he can always get Steve's pants.

He assumes Tony's going to be no help, or worse than, but Steve loves him all the same.

And, of course, in a single quiet moment, his thought strays back to the thing his thoughts usually stray to now. ]

You know, the hardest thing about writing my vows is that for some reason I keep thinking there's gonna be a perfect thing to say to you, and I just haven't found it yet. I feel like the harder I look for it, the further away it gets from me.