"You know," was all Tony had to say about that for a beat while he took a very leisurely sip of his water then settled his head back in his hand to anxiously scrub at his eyebrow. Neither of them had explicitly said 'Valentine's Day' yet and Tony couldn't help but feel it was something of a sore spot after the disaster he made of last year. So far, they had safely been ignoring what they were celebrating. "Aren't you tired of this place?" This was suddenly emphatic, free hand splayed on the table like he was laying out an airtight deal, and Tony realized as soon as it happened that it was misplaced passion, sweeping the that deal away and shrugging with an equally anxious scratch at his beard. Look at this food, man, what a great way to occupy his mouth. "It's just," or fill it with food to just talk anyway, "I was away for, like, ten minutes, and, god, this weather and...air is just awful." Yeah, it was the air, spot on, Stark.