Tony was still learning that himself. He'd never been all that good with touching -- not when it really mattered anyway. He'd been great at casual stuff though, right up until he'd had a stint in a cave about ten years ago now. After that he'd been cagier, far more selective of those he let in and probably only Rhodey and Pepper had made the roster without question. Everyone else had taken time. Were still taking time. But time was something he had plenty of right now and no one could have ever accused Tony of not applying himself when it mattered. He was trying, he really was.
"Yeah, that's fair," he agreed, understanding. He'd show her the place. They could look around, but they didn't have to go anywhere. That was on the table, and that was fine. Sometimes it was worth going, Tony would admit. But most of the time he just... didn't like to.
He stopped in front of the house in question, but had to admit that for once his attention wasn't on the place so much as it was Natasha. Because -- yeah. Pym particles were interesting and he'd absolutely take them, figure out how they worked and do something better with them. But it was the second part that really got Tony's attention, made his inside clench and turn around in a way that made him feel a little sick and dizzy. And maybe -- kind of hopeful. And sad. It was a lot and Tony was probably silent for entirely too long. "I can charge it," he said, and he wondered if his voice was as brittle as he felt. "I'd like it. To see."