The fact that neither of them wanted to verbally speak of it wasn't surprising. Neither of them were exactly... emotional speakers of any sort or the type to talk about said emotions. Unless, of course, you were facing certain death then some things were mentioned. Like it had been.

"No job lined up. I'm yours for a while," he whispered softly in response. His mouth curled up, listening to what Tony was offering him if he stayed. "You know I'd never turn down any new tailored suits," Arthur teased him. "But they're not a requirement.

Arthur's head found it's way to Tony's shoulder as he took in this feeling of being surrounded by him again after five long months. At least for now, there weren't any phones calling either of them or people demanding anything from them... they could just have this.