Tony paused, mid-motion towards his closet. "You're going?" Somehow, he hadn't expected that. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but having Steve walk away so soon just felt...wrong.

But he forced himself back into movement. Pulling open the closet to peer into it critically. Okay, maybe he'd been overstating slightly when he'd said he could find something to fit.

"What's your feeling on sweatpants?" He called over without looking.