/CRY
[While Rogers is talking (monologue-ing, Tony can't help but think with a hypocritical curl of his mouth), Tony pours himself another scotch, the glass full to brimming. He downs half it in three gulps and tops off the glass, the floating ice cubes sluggishly tinging.]
[Of course Captain America wants to see him that way. As someone redeemed, or redeemable at the least, good conquers all et cetera. He can't quite make it back to the couch yet.]
You make it really difficult to properly resent you. [His tone is lighter, but not quite joking. He's not sure whether it is one or not.]
[He has to take another swig and physically push off the bar to start back to the couch, and even as he flops back into his seat he never quite manages eye contact.]