The breath he held when he waited, still, expectant, careful, ached in Tony's chest when she was gone. Of course he was right, he knew he was right, start to finish, but telling him wasn't the affirmation he was looking for. His shoulders dropped with a breathless laugh, his hand holding the heat in his stomach, feeling his muscles jump, restless under his fingers. He dropped back into his seat, dripping over the sides, already spent and achingly unfulfilled. Maybe it was for the best. He was just a flirt out of impulse anymore, maybe, it was just one date, one date didn't count, after all Wanda had said friends quite explicitly and there was no monogamy in friends.
It wasn't a big company, he'd see her again. Probably. This game wasn't nearly over.