Taking a swallow of his drink, Tony sat up a bit more until he was leaned over enough to grab at the pizza if he felt so inclined. Which, maybe he would do if only to keep his hands busy. That seemed important just now. Once a slice of cheese was selected, he let out a derisive little sniff of a noise.
"Straight down to the brass tacks already, huh? Couldn't have lead into that with some sports chat, or--?" Not that Tony would be any use at all when it came to talking about sports, but he could pretend if he needed to. They all involved a ball, or something.
He took a bite of the pizza more because it was there than anything else, chewed slowly as he weighed his words. "I haven't given it away, or mounted it on a wall as a trophy, if that's what you're asking." It was safe. Somewhere where he wouldn't have to look at or think about it -- to just see the damn thing and thing that's Steve's. Because it was. It always would be. Even if Tony didn't necessarily think the other man deserved it. Not after -