Tony missed those easy times, admittedly. They felt like so long ago, but even when he was at his most angry with Steve, there was no erasing the fondness that he felt when he thought of sitting on the couch - close, but not too close - and watching tv in the odd hours of the night - remarking only on the television instead of the reasons they were both up at times when no one ought to be.
"Wouldn't want to seem too eager," Tony said with a sideways sort of smile before undoing his belt buckle, button and fly and pushing his jeans down easily, stepping out of them and feeling glad he'd bothered with boxers today in the first place.
Watching Steve do weird rugged man things to a coconut was fun enough, he supposed and Tony parked his ass down in the sand, digging his toes in further and exhaling slowly, like maybe if he was just calm enough he could get all the negative energy to seep off of him and into the ocean of water instead, to be swept away by waves. "Most things would be better with rum," he said reaching to take the fruit with vague curiosity. "Sit with me."