In a way, they have been together for a long time. Steve was always doing his best to read and interpret Tony's expressions, even when he thought they wanted as little to do with one another as possible. Now, all those memories are being reshuffled, refiled, re-interpreted with greater significance assigned to them all. Every breath, every flicker of dark eyelashes is vital, as long as they're one another's lifelines.

Not so with this younger Tony, but he's still comparing and compiling, if with less desperation. The weary look he's getting worries him. He doubts Tony's had enough liquor to get more than buzzed, unless he'd been day drinking before Steve showed up...

But suddenly, the older Tony's certainty that Steve was going to get dragged out for pizza proves well-founded. He wants to laugh, but curbs the reaction into a brief grin. "I'm not sure I understand your junk food obsession, Tony, but I gotta admit, your taste in pizza is second to none."