[ Blinking at the tug, Tony goes with the movement at first, too tired and wrung out to really process what is happening. Steve is... warm. Warm and solid and fuck, Tony missed him. He knew that there was still so much between them, so many things that needed to be dealt with and probably a hundred more fights and miscommunications and screaming matches on Tony's part to go through but, for now... yeah Tony could handle this.

He is a little stiff under Steve's arm, wary about the casual affection that seems to be in the movement, but he knows that if he tries to get up and leave right now, no good will come of it. And, maybe if he was honest with himself, he could say he wants this. Someone to actually care. He wants to believe Steve.]

Hey, gotta rock what you've got, right? I've got insanity in droves, along with messy explosions and a knack for numbers. Whatever works, right?

[ Tony would never respond well to being kept safe, mainly because he is the one thing he needs to be kept safe from most of the time. ]