Weird things just happened. Last week had been a long time ago and this stranger who wasn't a stranger was so important and Steve looked at Tony with wide eyes. "Yeah, yeah," he agreed as he looked around. It felt lived in and Steve looked at the shoes beside the bed, measuring his feet against them. It felt like when you woke up from the dream and the details were just beyond the fuzz, but slowly slipping away.
Steve blushed at the compliment, gripping the sketchbook a little tighter. The contents were far from PG but surely that was something he'd find later and hopefully when he was alone. "Gee thanks, Tony," he said quietly.
He shivered before he nodded, yes a sweater would do him some good. "It's cold," Steve agreed. "My chest hurts."