As much as Steve had needed space he'd still been present, the best part of his day was when Tony came home and they'd eat something, work out, shower and end up in bed. It wasn't hard to get used to, the opposite actually, Steve was hooked on him and the little world they'd cultivated in the old house they'd chosen as a home.
He glanced up when he heard Tony approaching, making no effort to hide that he was staring and wasn't that a welcome change? Steve didn't have to avert his eyes as Tony climbed the stairs. "Not working," he said as he lay the sketchbook down against his chest, a little shy about it even when it came to Tony, especially since he'd been his study for the evening.
Steve tucked his pencil behind his ear before he reached out to rest his hand on Tony's waist. There was a new physical intimacy there and in the privacy of their own home Steve was comfortable to touch him. It wasn't that he didn't want people to know, they weren't blind and some of them had a pretty good idea about what they were to each other but Steve was a private person.
"How was your day?" Steve asked him with a little smile.