"Before we make out like idiot teenagers with more people who aren't each other?" Tony asked, somewhat bemused, even if he knew Steve was alluding more to what they could be getting up to in that little booth with each other.
Yeah. It was best to leave. Romance, Tony had decided long enough ago now, was best celebrated in private. Even if he did, occasionally, have that little streak in him that said it was just as nice in public.
He stuck his hand into the back pocket of Steve's jeans as they walked, the cold nipping at his cheeks -- but Steve was warm. He was always warm and Tony used that as a shield against the brisk night. "It definitely happened," he agreed after a moment. Unexpected, yeah. But what else was new?