[Tony very easily hid his dismay at the idea of Pepper packing up and taking off again to her well-appointed, ridiculously neat apartment in Manhattan. (He had no idea what the place actually looked like, where it would be situated, or what the hell she did there, but he still resented the concept of its existence when it inconvenienced him for her to be far away. Yet tired as he was, Tony wasn't accelerating this... whatever he and Pepper had... by pressing her to stay in the Tower. He'd been able to do that before when things were attacking and people were dying, but in normal life you didn't ask women to live with you when you'd been on one particularly disastrous date.
Tony thought begrudgingly that it would be better for both of them if they just tried to pretend it was normal. As if him going on a second date with anyone was normal. He hmphed a little in his air conditioned suit. He was too tired to think about it now.]
I'm not hungry at the moment. Thor fed me. [Not quite technically true; Tony had eaten some absurd breakfast a few hours ago, but the pain and fatigue tended to leech his appetite. He didn't want to think about Chinese leftovers right now. He had absolutely no idea why he had brought up pizza. He was awful at this relationship thing. Awful.
Maybe they weren't even in a relationship now. Maybe that was the sort of label women had to announce to their little friends. Did Pepper even have little friends she was announcing him to? Tony shifted uncomfortably on the couch and tried to think about something that made sense.]
No, really. Can you feel the components of the laptop even if you can't see the interior? Do certain kinds of metals feel different? Can you tell if it has a charge?