[ Steve doesn't think anything about nudity; he'd been in the army long enough that nudity among guys just happened. It was unavoidable when you had everyone in the barracks changing at the same time, out in the open, and he treats his own body with the lack of self-consciousness he would have about anyone else's. That, and in his mind he's still the same skinny guy - that he can't imagine anyone being attracted to his body, that he just sees his physique as a tool and certainly not an object of desire for anyone - means that he doesn't realize that he's making life difficult for Tony.
He is, however, starting to get a bit chilly now that he's stopped working out and the sweat on his skin is drying, so once the coffee's percolating, he ambles back over to the treadmill, grabbing the tank top draped over one of the railings and tugging it back over his head.
(It really does nothing whatsoever to help Tony's predicament, because pretty much everything in Steve's wardrobe looks like it's under extreme duress and fabric might explode everywhere at any moment.)
Steve sits down next to Tony, elbows on his legs, trying to pretend he's not intensely awkward but goddamnit he's going to have a conversation with the man. ]
So. Uh. Did you invent the little vacuum robot? Cute little fella.
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He is, however, starting to get a bit chilly now that he's stopped working out and the sweat on his skin is drying, so once the coffee's percolating, he ambles back over to the treadmill, grabbing the tank top draped over one of the railings and tugging it back over his head.
(It really does nothing whatsoever to help Tony's predicament, because pretty much everything in Steve's wardrobe looks like it's under extreme duress and fabric might explode everywhere at any moment.)
Steve sits down next to Tony, elbows on his legs, trying to pretend he's not intensely awkward but goddamnit he's going to have a conversation with the man. ]
So. Uh. Did you invent the little vacuum robot? Cute little fella.