He had made a great effort to carefully and quietly make his way out of his room, through the hall and down the stairs with the tray balanced on his hip and his stocking under his arm. By the looks of it, he had become far more interested in the latter than the former the moment Pepper was gone from his room; the breakfast untouched, but the stocking rumpled and the gifted reindeer horns stuck in the tangle of his hair, Tony trying to unwrap a chocolate with his one free hand. This is what must have elicited the growl, for he abruptly stopped at the edge of the room, eyes on his treat and not on his friends or their much neglected intimacy.
It was just strange to eat this breakfast all alone up there, he had told himself, especially on Christmas. He at least had the decency to put on underpants and find his robe, which was quite desperately tangled in his blankets. He didn't sleep well alone. Or otherwise. "Pep..." he started to whine before trying to pull at the chocolate wrapper with his teeth.