"Okay." Steve didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence. Tony cut him off with one crisp word and turned back to sit straight in his seat, staring steadily out at the lake where Steve wasn't. He didn't have to look so taken aback by stuff. Tony got him stuff all the time. Tony probably got him that shirt. He didn't remember that, but his money was always going somewhere. "It's just, with all of this," he continued abruptly, rolling his shoulder back like he might turn to face Steve again then changing his mind, just gesturing back towards the carnival and all of the planning it took, "there was no way I couldn't...be aware. And I had--" Tony scrubbed his eye, anxious, hyperaware that there was nothing in his hands and nothing convenient to do with them, and he rolled his head back. "I had a lot of time on my hands."