Under her scrutiny, Tony kept his own eyes down, but he recognized it with mouth twisted to the side awkwardly and eyebrows raised with his best promise of innocent intentions. He even managed to hold to it, working delicately and careful not to touch her skin until he laid a flat palm on her bare back, leaning over to dig blindly in the bag at their feet for a t-shirt. He was looking back at the wall again when he daintily offered her the garment, lip tucked under his teeth and doing his best to look as if he was somewhere else entirely. When he had her tucked in and well on her way to a long overdue rest, he might be able to sneak off and take a proper breath before his lungs collapsed.