Bruce/Tony
"Ah. Fair enough." It seemed like giving up easily on his sass, but Tony did get it. Not sleeping was practically a skill he could have listed on a resume. If Tony Stark had ever needed to write a resume in the first place.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, stopped rather abruptly to crane his neck up and look at some of the shops in front of them and then nudged Bruce with the tip of his shoe before heading off in the direction of a row of little booths. "Getting caught implies I'd done something bad," he said, tone flippant. "Or that I ever had anyone to answer to."