“Good.”

The word is short, and Steve nods as he sets his hands on Tony’s knee, squeezing it gently as he looks up at him. He’s noticed the way Tony’s been avoiding looking at him, like he’s scared to see his reaction. For a moment, Steve considers not asking about it and distracting Tony with dinner instead, but … in a way, he has to. He can’t see a situation and not address it.

“Hey,” he starts, as he moves himself up onto the couch, back to where he'd been when they'd kissed. “Tony, what’s wrong?”