There wasn't really anywhere else to go. Without the suit, this place was days away from Manhattan, it was intolerable. How was Tony supposed to get any work done? Having visitors invite themselves in at all hours didn't really help, either, but Tony barely had a second to acknowledge Pietro's face before he smelled the pizza and was fixated on it, up on the edge of his seat with a seductive purr, "Look at you."
So far today, with barely anyone else in the building to interrupt him, Tony hadn't had the chance to stop and stretch his back let alone stuff his face. He scooped up two slices in one hand, folding them together as he pulled his tie loose and popped a few suffocating buttons. "Wait, time's'it?" he muttered through a mouth full of pizza, looking around at his monitor again to get his bearings and the good excuse to throw Pietro out and leave him with the box. Nine already? In the evening? Tony gave a scrub at his eye, still eating voraciously. Finally, because Pietro asked him a question, he said, "What, because you bring me some food you think you can come at me like that?"