Steve might have been the bearer of bad news, but he was doing it in a pretty picturesque sort of way, so Tony wasn't even really sure if he was mad so much as he was just ...bemused, maybe. "I'm not even surprised at this point," he said of the bed and breakfast. The one he hadn't wanted or asked for in the first place. It only just figured.
"Tony," he said, leaning in toward the heater, his hands in front of the little vent even as he kept an eye on the road. And then on Steve. It was mind boggling, the concept of slowing down in the road to have a conversation about -- fixing things and dinner thank you's. This world was so quaint. So weird. So everything that New York wasn't. Tony didn't even know what to say.
He blinked at the general store in front of them when he remembered that Steve had said he needed to pick some things up. And this was town. So. This was probably the end of the line for them. Tony could take it from here -- see if there was a hotel around or a taxi that could take him some place there was. It'd do.
"Well," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm no Mrs Drysdale, but I appreciate the ride."