It was what it was, and there was probably no real point in discussing it even if they were both thinking about it -- probably thought about it too much. It wasn't the sort of thing someone just got over or walked off or... whatever. There'd be no closure. Not for Steve. Of that, Tony was aware. That wasn't how Steve dealt with things, it never had been.
"Exactly," Tony agreed, relaxing a little over Steve's promise. None of these bad feelings were going to go away and that picture -- that Tony loved no matter how sad it made him, and that he'd probably frame and keep somewhere in his workshop -- would never not bring up something bad for Steve. But they could bury it all enough where it felt less sharp every time, maybe.
Tony untangled himself from Steve, walking over to the cupboard to try and push the hammer a little to one side -- and, of course, it did not move. God, he hated magic sometimes. "I have very real questions," he said, pointedly.