Pepper's tone registered, making Tony wilt with an instinctive guilt, but he hardly heard the words she was saying, staring instead at the cling of his robe to her damp skin and the straight, dark fall of her hair and-- that was his, this was his space, and Pepper was integrated in it like molded to fit. Her light tap shouldn't have knocked the air out of him, but he felt winded and a little light-headed, so when he brought his hands up to his chest and finally tore his eyes off of her, it seemed funny to him that he didn't consider the implication of forming an uncomplicated undershirt for himself as he shed the Iron Man. Some things he took for granted, like being alone in the rooms that had only been his while Stark Tower had stood. They were married. He wondered what it felt like to wear the ring. Did they live here?
"Pep-- I'm fine. I'm fine," he finally thought to answer before she panicked or hit him anymore. "We gotta, something happened, we should...get something to eat." With his hands on her shoulders and eyes wide to prepare himself for some uncharacteristic sincerity and openness, Tony looked like he was about to offer to make her a gourmet Stark Original. That was good, that would buy him some time.