Tony almost nudges his head up into Steve's chin when he feels him doze off, but after a pause he accepts it instead. The brush of the blanket's cotton, the sweat on the back of his neck, Steve's heartbeat -- these things he lets envelop him instead of all his responsibilities, which he'll attend to doggedly, just ... later. His Atlas impression can wait until later.
When Steve wakes up (before which Tony tucked himself away again), Tony cracks a joke about Steve using him as furniture in lieu of a bed. He pulls away first, in full control of his faculties, and stretches. Ordering his mental To-Do list, he thanks Steve with aplomb and drops his eyes before he haltingly adds on that Steve did a good job. Then he takes in a breath and opens his mouth like he means to say something more, but cuts himself off.
Steve offers his bed for the night, just for sleeping, and Tony stares at him. He declines with a crack in his voice that he fixes immediately and escapes with the excuse that he has work at home.
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When Steve wakes up (before which Tony tucked himself away again), Tony cracks a joke about Steve using him as furniture in lieu of a bed. He pulls away first, in full control of his faculties, and stretches. Ordering his mental To-Do list, he thanks Steve with aplomb and drops his eyes before he haltingly adds on that Steve did a good job. Then he takes in a breath and opens his mouth like he means to say something more, but cuts himself off.
Steve offers his bed for the night, just for sleeping, and Tony stares at him. He declines with a crack in his voice that he fixes immediately and escapes with the excuse that he has work at home.