He did love her. And he so so so wanted to promise that he wouldn't manage to fuck things up. He was trying very hard. But given his track record that question gave him pause, glancing
But then Tony grinned like that, and opened his arms to him (and honestly, Pietro couldn't remember the last time that had happened) and a relieved smile broke across Pietro's face. He stepped into the hug, and let out a small laugh. "Don't tell her, okay?" he breathed, pulling back and pushing the glass of water into Tony's hands and pouring one for himself, face flushed.