"Yeah, well, the boss wants all your attention too, but he doesn't growl at me," he answered, half-teasing, as he slid back down the couch next to her. He'd resolved himself to the fact that they had to talk about it. They couldn't just ignore it. "Pepper, look-" he began as Happy finally met her gaze straight on and found himself momentarily breathless and speechless. Those green eyes always did that to him, tied his stomach in knots, made him feel like a stupid teenager again. He cleared his throat and though he found he still could not speak he realized he was leaning in towards her. He slid his hand to the back of her neck and his lips were only inches from hers and still he could not pull his gaze from hers.