Steve Rogers | Tony Stark
Admittedly, Tony felt a little like madness, like something had gotten all jumbled and wrong out there in space and he wasn't sure how to make it right again. There was time, he figured. The water and sleep had helped, he didn't doubt whatever giant animal Steve had strung up over that fire might, too.
The pause was telling, admittedly, but then everything seemed to tilt spectacularly into the surprising when Steve actually made a joke. A laugh bubbled out of him, weird, like maybe he'd forgotten how. He hated that, but there it was. "Yeah. And bread. Why do I bother even making a list?"
Steve looked a little bit like shit. Tony wasn't sure it'd be wise saying so.
He chewed his bottom lip, glanced over at the smoking meat and fire. "I think I'm starving, actually. Maybe literally. When did you get here?" Both of those topics were easier than Hey, I know it's been over a year, how's all.... that going?