"What, I'm not allowed to like something sweet every once in a while?" He bites the inside of his lip, dreading the moment he gets up already, but his bladder is nagging him and it's not going to get any better. Impulsively, he leans foward, lips brushing her temple in a ghostly touch before dropping her hand abruptly and sitting up. He wasn't supposed to do that and he knows it. Tony flees before she can comment on it one way or another, trying to ignore the way his joints stiffen up, causing him to walk a little woodenly on his way to the ensuite.

Once he's alone with his thoughts again, he wonders what the hell is happening to him. Only yesterday he was petrified to share his space with Pepper and now all he can think about are ways to get closer. Not that he's exactly been unsuccessful in that vein. But is she only indulging him? For the sake of the cover story. That's what he should be thinking about and yet he's... distracted. Go figure.