Both of them were the kind to keep busy and to make their own busy. Steve was quick to want to take care of people, find ways to make life easier and Tony was the same, they each did that in their own way. Then as the day came to an end Steve got to come home to Tony and that would be really, really hard to give up. If he had to, well he would, but for the first time in his life he'd taken something for himself.
Honestly Steve thought the Hammer and its rules were a bit bullshit. How a Hammer knew anything at all was beyond him and how Tony could ever be unworthy of anything seemed highly suspect. "I didn't think Thor would much like me lifting his hammer, so I maybe just pretended I couldn't," Steve said with a little shrug.
"No, he's not okay," he said after a pause as he glanced at the hammer which looked ridiculous sitting there in the cupboard. "He won't even touch it, because he thinks he'd not worthy now, that it's his fault. I knew he wasn't doing great but I didn't know the extent of it."