Fuck Mypillow, [Tony mumbles into Steve's chest a few hours later.] You could sell pillows modeled on your chest and make a mint. [Or maybe Tony's the only one who finds Steve's chest insanely comfortable. At least he's shirtless, so there isn't a conspicuous wet spot from the drooling that definitely did not happen.

The truth is, this is the first time in a long time - maybe ever - that Tony's woken up feeling rested and refreshed. In fact, he feels like he's a good ten years younger; all those aches and pains that he associates with aging are gone, at least for the moment, and he just feels this indefinable sense of rightness, like this is where he's supposed to be here and now. It's weird, but in a good way.

But also-]

You need a coffee machine in your room.

[Though Tony already feels more alert than he usually does without caffeine in his system.]