Yeah, it was sort of just a team effort at this point, and even if Tony's words weren't all that kind, he sure as hell didn't seem to be looking away and moving on with his life either. The only real difference was when Steve noticed them both up on the bank, Tony just waved back, like it was a perfectly normal and not weird at all thing for him to have stopped and stared at some perfect beefcake in the river right along with a bright red and traumatized Kate Bishop and a younger version of himself.
And if he smiled back? That was his own business. And Steve's he supposed. But it'd be rude not to. Hell, they were roommates.
Tony definitely heard his other self. Dramatic. Very dramatic. And Tony was pretty sure he was still sort of that way, although maybe not so much verbally. He had been when he was about that young -- mind, he'd also been drunk pretty much around the clock. Still, he figured he ought to throw him a bone before Steve got out of the river all wet and half naked. "Were you headed somewhere?"