The weight of Tony's head on Steve's hip was dead, the man himself slouched fully against the armrest and Steve, and if that armrest hadn't been there, Tony might have well just fallen all the way down. He took comfort in the heat at his temple and his back, proof that he wasn't alone, and that was all he needed to keep going. After some several seconds, he pulled himself away and sat up straight. Steve was still Steve and even if they were all each other had left now, it was still -- awkward.

"So you two didn't blow up the place while I was gone," he said, half actually speaking now and still half through Extremis. He didn't meet Steve's eyes. "That's good."