That was why he loved him. Steve grinned and took the shake eagerly, sucking down a few greedy gulps before sighing. "You are a Saint," he said, reaching a hand to squeeze Tony's, "You're taking me with you this time, right?"
He didn't want to spend another minute in here. He wanted his clothes, his bed, a private moment with Tony without worrying about a nurse or doctor barging in. Not that they hadn't tried.