He nods, leaning back against the counter facing her. "At least while you're living here they won't feel so neglected." Wait. Did that come out wrong? He can't even be sure, grateful for the task as he sets his cup down in front of the seat next to her and turns around to start over. At the last minute he remembers she likes milk, stopping before it's too late to add any, though it's a really close call. He grabs the milk she'd left out and pours a dash in the mug before popping it back into the fridge.

Tony carefully walks around the island and sets her cup in front of her, his hand trailing along her arm as it retreats. It's just deliberate enough so that it couldn't have been wholly accidental, but it was clearly not premeditated all the same. He slips into his chair and begins eating without any hesitation whatsoever.