"Not...handy." Definitely nothing that would actually fit Steve, he thought as he trailed unconsciously after him. He did at least pause in the doorway, leaning against the jamb as he watched Steve inspect the place. "We can grab you something, though. I can have it delivered here if you don't want to deal with going into a store." There were benefits to being disgustingly wealthy, after all.

"Hey," he found himself saying, not-quite-twitching against the overwhelming feeling of loss bubbling up behind his sternum. His hand came up to press against the glow of the reactor, a movement Tony clearly wasn't aware he was making. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure it out."