If nothing else, that was what Tony was going to be most pleased about when it came to Steve being Steve again; the breathing. The way it was labored and sometimes wet had kept Tony up at night, worried and anxious. Tony understood very much labored, difficult breathing any the empathy of it had only made him feel worse every time Steve had pulled in a breath and then failed at it, resulting in a cough.
This'd be much better.
"Yeah," he said, pulling himself away from his thoughts, scattered as ever. There were better things to be focusing on, here. Much better. "Everyone's as fine as can be." He paused, smiling a little. "How're you?" It wasn't far from the doorway to the bed and Tony didn't really dawdle on the way there, only stopping to toe his shoes off.