There was something incredible about seeing Tony sitting in the sand, so much like a fantasy Steve had had of them getting away from everything and getting to spend some time, real quality time, away from everyone and everything. But that fantasy had seemed impossible after it all, after what had happened, to have him now? Well it was a blessing.
The coconut wasn't important, just a way to wet his mouth and Steve needed no further encouragement before dropping down to sit with him in the sand. Lucky he hadn't stripped completely, there were some places sand just did not belong. Not that Steve had much experience with it and he gently touched it with his fingertips, marveling at how soft and warm it was.
Although when it came to soft and warm her far preferred Tony and he leaned in to place a kiss on his shoulder before leaning his chin there. "You're doing a really good job," Steve assured him softly before he placed another kiss beside the first. Tony was doing a thankless job with grace and class and Steve knew how hard he tried, how hard he always tried. "I'm proud of you, you know."