Really Steve didn't think most people would be interested in his art, Tony had lots of things that were probably far more fascinating than his scratchings. It wasn't a secret but he was a little embarrassed about his extensive and in depth exploration of his subject matter. Including a detailed sketch of his chest and the arc reactor that had once resided there.
Steve huffed out a laugh as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over his hip bone which still jutted out a little more than it had before his trip to space. "I could go get us some pizza," Steve volunteered. "Although Chinese would be better if that was an option." There was no need to poke Tony about his day, he'd volunteer any interesting information if he wanted to.
It was starting to get properly dark and Steve could see the moon rising in the sky as the lasts of the red in the sky faded. As days passed the sharpness of the hurt faded, but it didn't go away and Steve knew it wouldn't, not really. "Oh you know," he said with a shrug. Previous days he'd left it at that and he nearly did again.
Nearly.
Steve sighed as he shut his scetchbook, sitting it aside before slowly pulling Tony down into his lap. "Hard," he finally admitted. "But a little easier than yesterday and a little easier than the day before that."