He nods, wasting no time disappearing into his workshop to finish his coffee and work on some code. Tony finds himself breaking focus to think about Pepper, though, and his broken concentration goes on no matter how hard he fights it. By the time he looks up at the clock he's already late. He scrambles back up the stairs, abandoning his coffee still half-full on the bench. He'd barely gotten anything done and now Pepper is going to think he's blowing her off already. He is so not cut out for this.

Tony races up to his room, hesitating outside the door. She's not the only one who has to reprogram. Except this room has been just his for a lot longer. Forty years longer. He raps on the door, only hesitating a second when he doesn't hear anything from inside and bursts in. He throws off his clothes in a huff and changes into underarmor, black sweatpants, and his custom Nikes. He stops briefly in the bathroom to splash some water on his face and run a wet hand back through his hair. Did he look like this much of a wreck when he ate dinner with her? Jesus.

A little out-of-breath, he skids to a halt outside the gym an hour and fifteen minutes later than their agreement. He plows his way in, tipping his head at her greeting. "...Hey." His eyes roam over her body before he can stop himself, throat going a little dry and skin buzzing with nerves he didn't allow himself to feel until now when they all come flooding in. "Sorry I'm late." Though by his normal standards, this is downright early, so he goes from feeling embarrassed for being late to being pretty mortified he even called attention to it.