The small grin returned to his face, more of the tension and panic slowly receding for the time being. He knew sooner rather than later the pain would return, the loss heavily falling onto his shoulders to drag him through the grim and mud always resting below him. Life kept pushing at him but he never stayed down for long. Worry seemed to ooze away as well but that must have been on Tony's end. How much would they feel from one another? It might make private moments a little difficult and harder to hide.

While he wanted to reach out for Tony or press against him, he refrained and focused on his words instead. "Uhh - sturdy?" Smooth, Rogers. "I mean - never really had much of a choice. Before - kinda took whatever was given or found. It doesn't - anything will be fine." He ducked his head, grabbing for his drink to sip at and give his hands something to do.

"What about tonight?"