It was nice, admittedly. Being able to just be. To not have to put on a front of any kind and to just be able to enjoy his time without feeling like he needed to talk endlessly or even listen to boring small talk. Steve didn't do that. If they talked about something, it was because they were both interested in the topic at hand.
He leaned into Steve some, their shoulders bumping (mostly. Tony was a little on the shorter side, but the sentiment was still there so it counted) as he squinted out at the -- well. They weren't really buffalos because they had three tails and that certainly wasn't the norm. "Amazing," he agreed. "But let's not try walking through them, I'm not interested in being chased by something with horns." So he pulled them off in the other direction up the path. The animals in this direction were certainly not quite as large, and Tony observed a little yellow mouse looking thing scurrying past and into the brush. "Is it bad? I keep trying to figure out what the downside to these little guys are. Like, even if we're in it, I can't believe there's a world that's this well balanced."