"How can I not go?" Steve asked, leaning against the door frame but keeping mindful of the towel even if Tony saw plenty in the shower. The shock from the other man flooded through his system and confused him. "Do you not want me to go?"

Moving further inside, his eyes peered into the closet. "Looks like sweatpants will be the only option here." Not the best first impression but hopefully no one would really notice and look at his clothes. There were so many things to take care of. "That will be fine. Thank you. I'm surprised you're not making the obvious joke."