Steve just raises his eyebrows. The pants are long enough to drag on the floor, but if Tony wants to parade around in a mansion in pants that don't fit, then he's free to do whatever the hell he wants. "Well, at least you aren't abducting the Snuggie." He thinks about offering breakfast so Tony doesn't have to drive home on an empty stomach, but there's no point in delaying him, and he probably wants to be alone to think through his emotions.
"Take care of yourself, Tony," he offers softly. It's almost, but not quite, an order.
Tony nods once and slips on his sneakers. At the door, he bids, "See you around, Steve," and click of the knob behind him comes slowly and sounds soft. Before this morning, he would've called him Cap.
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"Take care of yourself, Tony," he offers softly. It's almost, but not quite, an order.
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