"Guess so," he answers with a grin, and happily returns the kiss. Once they sit for dinner, Tony doesn't waste any time in praising Steve's cooking skills once he takes a bite, and it's a struggle to not just devour everything as quickly as possible. Even if he doesn't generally eat dinner every night, eating this is easy because it's so damn good. And, well, the company helps. This isn't new to Tony, to enjoy Steve's company, but it definitely settles in him that sensation of comfort that he has been feeling since they were in the living room.

It gives him a sense of home that he hasn't felt since he arrived here. It takes him by surprise as the realization clicks and fully settles, but he doesn't let it show other than that warm look that crosses his face.

Once they finish and the dishes are cleared, Tony stretches out slightly. It's a careful movement, trying to get his sore muscles to unlock from how tight they feel even if he's as relaxed as he's going to get, and he keeps himself from wincing when the twinge on his side reminds him that, nope. Stretching is a bad, bad idea.

Reaching for Steve's hand, he gives it a gentle squeeze before pulling him in for a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you for dinner. It really was amazing, you're going to spoil me if you keep this up."