"My hands were busy," Tony said, leaning over in order to give Steve a chocolate-tainted kiss. He liked this -- the way he never had to feel burdened by being himself because Steve just rolled with it instead of trying to change it. He left Tony to do his own thing and then welcomed him back whenever he was done, and that only ever deviated when it seemed like maybe Tony really needed the help getting out of his own head. It was a good thing they had going here. Just. Really solid. Tony'd never much felt like he'd be able to have a real relationship that functioned like this before now.
So. Basically, Steve was some kind of relationship saint.
"But," he said, tossing the candies aside on the beside table, "your hands seem to be free. Maybe we can solve this problem together."