Unbeknownst to him, the entire time Tony's in the bathroom, Pepper fears and wonders about the same thing. Was he just joking? What if he was and she totally misread that and he just didn't want to tell her she got it all wrong? Oh, no. In her low-key freakout, she downs the nearly full glass of not-so-sparkling-now wine she'd had left in one go. And realizes that certainly wasn't the smartest thing to do. Liquid courage. More like liquid dumbness.

She sits up straighter on the couch when he arrives, legs tucked up underneath her and one hand grasping the top of the backrest. "So..." she echoes, feeling the flush of embarrassment creep up her throat. God, she's a mess. This is why she shouldn't drink. "W-we don't have to. I mean, if you don't want to, I get it."