With a glance toward the closed door, Tony's demeanor shifted again, this time to take Pepper's hand with a casual familiarity and relax in all of the ways he wouldn't if anyone else was watching, massaging her palm rhythmically under his thumbs like it was a stress motion. "You don't have to do all of it, there's 30 extra pairs of hands in this building alone that don't have enough to do," he pointed out with a subtle tug on her hand. With a cock of his head toward the couches arranged behind her, he suggested, "Take a break, take a nap, it'll seem easier," like that was all he used them for. The energy in this office was so out of control, though, Tony was sure his twin couldn't close his eyes in here without a bottle and complete darkness. He hadn't even figured how the other Tony got anything done this close to the ground, without a bar, the Tower, and his peaceful fortress.