Steve's laugh and casual return of affection had Tony giggling in an unexpected way, so he kept his face pressed to Steve's shoulder to quell it before it got out of hand and he scared some animal lurking in the apple trees. Curling his fingers in the front of Steve's shirt as he leaned out of the hug, holding him in the faint glow of the RT, Tony reminded him, "They're not all going." He watched Steve, though, with a fixed smile, studying him expectantly like he hoped for a certain answer. Steve couldn't really have worried Tony would leave any time soon; he had lost time to make up for, and he knew how much it hurt (to be out of the Iron Man and to have his partner disappear, though it was always easier on the other side). Tony didn't realize he was holding his breath until he noticed the fractional increase of light, the subtle changes made obvious in the dark, and his intent on Steve flickered as he tried to slow his beating heart. It wasn't hard to believe Steve didn't trust Tony's instincts.