Tony had good taste, fine taste in a lot of things, especially whiskey so you could trust if it was in their house and not under Peter's bed, it would be nice. Lucky for the other man, he looked like maybe he could use it.
It was nice. Actually it was really nice, to feel comfortable enough to tell someone he didn't know that. To imply that they weren't just Very Good Friends. Maybe it didn't seem like much, but growing up when he had it was the little things you dreamed about and hoped for. Like someone thinking that was normal and fine and nice. "No, no," Steve said and shrugged it off. It took more than that to put out The Welcoming Committee.
"Hard to believe but we look after each other around here," Steve explained as he started pulling down bowls and fetching cutlery to place on the dining table. "Some of us know each other from before, some don't, but we've all been through a lot. Most of us anyway. It's pretty much PTSD anonymous out there."