He pushes his hair back off his forehead in hopes that it won't curl while he's sleeping. It's gotten longer again though, so he doesn't have a lot of hope. Bending down to throw away his floss, he catches her read cheeks in the mirror and ducks his head, hoping he's not making her uncomfortable. He can't help it, he just says things. And he's trying not to hold back around her besides.

"Then we'll stay in tomorrow," he says definitively, standing back up all the way to wash his hands and look at his face objectively. Sometimes he feels like he looks so old and it bothers him. With a minute little sigh, he moves to go back out to the bedroom, but finds himself stopping just behind her. He leans in, just for a second, and smells her shampoo. It smells incredible.

"What is that, gardenia?" It's asked over his shoulder as he quickly retreats. That was probably creepy, especially after his little line in there. He moves to retrieve his water off the dresser and clamber gracelessly onto the bed over the covers. Tony snaps up his phone off the table and starts trying to play catch-up, going into the drawer for his reading glasses.