Tony was feeling a little better, if only because his stomach was finally deciding to settle. Maybe because he had nothing left to vomit or maybe because Pepper was there. Either way, he was thankful for her.
"Maybe because you loved me. That's why you stay. You won't leave me because you love me." he tilted his head more into her touch, and his own hand was now idly rubbing along the expanse of her calf that he could reach.
"I want to deserve your love, Pepper. I should stop treating you so poorly," he rambled on his head moving back and forth.