She huffs a breath, torn between fond amusement and resignation. She wishes he didn't have a point; it doesn't seem comforting at all. Lifting her head, she watches him in silence for a brief moment, fingertips still drawing light patterns across his chest.
"What do you want from the future, Tony?" she asks suddenly, quietly. She's not sure why all these questions feel so pressing lately. Maybe because of the Queen's visit; Pepper can't shake the niggling sense she keeps having that something is about to go terribly wrong, that things would never be the same after.