Of course Tony would be interested. He might not have been good at appreciating some kinds of art (even if technically he had collected it, that was more Pepper's thing) but that didn't mean there weren't certain kinds he liked. It seemed better and more interesting if he knew the person doing it. One of these days he'd get Steve to show him. Today was unlikely.
He gently squeezed at Steve's wrist for the way he seemed to want to call attention to his hip bones. It was the new normal, and Tony figured he was unlikely to gain the weight back anymore, if only because things like Chinese take out, twenty four hour delivery and food trucks were no longer on the menu. It was fine; Tony didn't think he looked bad anymore. Not like he had when he'd first arrived.
"Maybe pizza," he said, reaching over to run his hand through Steve's hair. Tony kind of wasn't over the fact that he got to do stuff like that now. Maybe he never would be. "Otherwise we might have something to scavenge in the kitchen." But pizza would be better. Particularly if Steve came back with a bottle of something harder, too. Because apparently they were going to Talk now. Tony wasn't certain he was prepared. But maybe it'd just be easier from his new spot on Steve's lap. Which was -- nice. It was easy to curl in a little closer.
"They say time heals all wounds." But of course, that was not the full quote.