It didn't take much to wake Tony and shock him upright in his chair, looking around at Steve with wide eyes and a nagging sense at the back of his mind-- or throat. "Is that coffee?" he said first. Tony didn't mind where it had come from or how long it had been there, he reached to liberate it from Steve and make it his very own. It only occurred to him once he was committed to the move that it might go smoother if he acknowledged his kind saviour.
Not that Tony really knew how to do that. Wasn't there something he wanted to say to Steve? He aborted, dropping his hand to the desk instead to leverage himself up, glancing around the darkened office to get his bearing and squinting down at the chaotic desktop. What was he doing? "Ah--I meant to talk to you," Tony remembered, gaze still on his work but one hand raised blindly to find Steve's shoulder, keeping him solid and still for Tony to get through this. "The Avengers, I heard you were trying to organize again. What's--I mean--Is everything working out?" Tony really did need that coffee.