Steve gave him a fond smack. Elderly. Please, Steve was still younger than Tony. He smiled and leaned against Tony, hand landing on the small of his back.
"I'm really not as good at this as you," he said with a laugh, "I promise, if we're together this time next year you can fill the studio with flowers again and pretend you didn't buy them," he promised with a teasing grin, "Come on, take your coat off, sit and eat my sad little attempt at meal, and then in a few hours if you still want we'll be in a plane and you can act like I don't know what the mile high club is."