"Yeah," he says, "sure. But not... not breakfast, I can't be here that late, I gotta get back to my hotel before my C.O. gets up, showered and shaved and passing muster." Or else he'll likely hear it and worse, get in trouble for it. He's already thinking he'll have to make it through the day without sleeping but he's done that before, it's just like being back on active duty. He'll be fine. "But I'm good for a few hours."

He doesn't want to leave just yet. And while he still doesn't quite believe that Tony can do all he claims to be able to do, he's also got nowhere else to be and this is a nice departure from his usual nightly routine. Plus, privately, he can't help but wonder that Tony's assessment of the design is right and that—

Well, that could change things.

"What are you even getting out of this," he tries, setting the ice pack down and figuring to use the distraction of conversation so that he doesn't hyper focus on his own semi-nakedness. Fingertips twist at tug at the hem of his tee before grasping it a little more firmly and all but yanking it off. Bad decision as the fabric catches on the shoulder joint and he's left a little tangled; a tiny pained groan escapes him. "...Help?"