"...yeah." It felt as uncomfortable as it must have looked not to have a line ready to fire and diffuse, but all of what Tony didn't know about his own life was running to catch up with him all at once and pitching him off balance. He had to cough and try to wake himself up by scrubbing at his not-so-sleepy-anymore eye before he stumbled off of the track entirely. "Can you...?" Rogers insisting on crowding him wasn't helping his process, and Tony had to actually shoo him away (for being intimate, of all things; not a problem Tony ever thought he would have, making him consider enjoying it while it lasted if he could trust Rogers to keep it in his pants) to climb to his feet and return some order to his life.
"I, um..." Tony tried as he smoothed his hair, attempting to parse the little clues and determine the exact nature of this exchange as it was to believably bring it to a rapid end. It was perhaps the most acceptable excuse the other Tony had not to snatch Pepper up years ago-- no, Tony knew already that wasn't it. Impossible. He just also had an understandable weakness for the super soldier. Who wouldn't?
This was too weird, Tony wasn't supposed to be considering pros and cons. "What time did you say...?" he managed to come up with, knowing Steve hadn't given him an answer but did give him an excuse to turn and pluck up that watch again, scrubbing his eye once more and drifting away. There had to be something important for Tony Stark to do at six o'clock.