That all happened faster than Tony anticipated after laying around on a hot rock in the sun and his lizard brain had barely given him the chance to shoot the concierge a smug grin for not being the wino the guy thought he was, at least not this year. Oh, that was depressing. And he'd missed his good excuse, too; Tony couldn't start drinking after the plague's end, but it would certainly make the days go by quicker in the lab. The lizard brain was good for accepting Wanda's kiss, though, keeping him still then following as she drew away like a weak magnetic tug before he slumped back against the elevator wall. Go away, lizard brain.
"Actually," he answered-- was that the first thing he said to her?-- and directly to her, since they had last stood together in the Raft. Tony stopped, pulled off his glasses and scrubbed his eye with the heel of his hand, considering the mirrored walls rather than looking straight at Wanda. "I wanted to say 'hi'," he said, which actually seemed plausible now that she had invited him in rather than leaving him on the stoop to melt. She hadn't spent much time thinking about it, either, which was a hell of a lot more positive that Tony had expected, so now he didn't know how to direct this conversation. "Hi. You look exceptional, that's a good colour for you, is that new?" he tried, which was a good start, just keep talking. God, he hated being alone with people.