ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He wipes the spots away with the back of his hand without losing rhythm with his own ice cream, or noticing Pepper's predicament. He hasn't stopped to think about how comfortable he is around her now or the fact that he would never have exposed the arc reactor to her before this little social experiment. "I'm pretty sure you mean 'everywhere.'" As much as he would usually wish for cookie dough, this is really hitting the spot right now, as evidenced by how quickly he finishes his bowl and scoops back up his glass of wine, sitting up and folding his legs underneath him. He needs a minute to recover before starting in on his burger, so instead he's taking to watching her quietly as he often does these days.