It feels like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders when Tony agrees, but Scott's doing his best not to slump visibly or make any particularly embarrassing sounds in relation to his relief. The situation's tense as is; there's no use making it any weirder or worse than it's already come.

Scott doesn't realise it, but he's doodled a couple of hearts in the corner of his computations. "Awesome," he says, and like that he's standing from his seat and letting the pen in his hand clatter to the desk beneath him.

"I was just thinking of plain old outside--I've never actually taken a good look at it normal sized, so you know." Given that Scott's been in the lab the entire time (entirely on his own choice, certainly), that's only to be expected. He probably looks just as haven't showered haven't eaten haven't slept as he feels, but already the prospect of getting some fresh air is making him feel the slightest bit refreshed. "I think being in a place as far from the city as this is means the stars'll be bright as hell."

Scott's already opening the glass door, making a sweeping gesture with his arm to beckon Tony through it. Less than gentlemanly, he's just hoping Tony'll actually go through with it. "You can make fun of me for being cheesy later, by the way."