Tony just laughed and let his head fall back against the couch cushions. "Just the ones who need it," he said, a small smile still playing over his mouth. Now that they were here and fed and the knot in his chest that he was pretty sure was Steve was feeling much more relaxed, it was like Tony suddenly remembered how tired he was. It was a good feeling, warm and comfortable, and he tucked himself into the corner of the couch.

"I'm sure I can find a place for you," he added. "I'll start setting things up tomorrow. You have preferences on furniture? And, I don't know, curtains?" What else were you supposed to put in? Tony had barely done it for his own areas, but something in him wanted to make sure he took care of it for Steve. That it was him that put everything together.