It was still so weird, walking into a room to find Steve. Not his Steve -- tall and muscled and patient and not really all that loud. But this little version of him, who was all thin and a little awkward in his body. Still Steve, mind -- because that eagerness wasn't really new even if it did seem to exist in a degree that was more amped up than it used to be. But still weird. Because he was so small and so young and while he was usually Tony's pillar of support that simply wasn't an option right now.
And god Tony was tired. But he'd never admit, particularly not to this version of Steve because no matter what, he loved him and there was zero reason to make him uncomfortable or suffer just because Tony himself was having a hard time without.
So he smiled, stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered a little further into the kitchen to catch a peek of what Steve was working on making. "Hey, kiddo," he greeted. "What're you up to, there?"