Arthur felt himself smile at Tony's solemn and serious tone. One thing he learned over the years was to never put anything past Tony Stark. He wouldn't be too surprised if he did hunt him down and harass him.

"I know," he said with a soft smile, nodding. He felt welcome here. Wanted. Loved (though they'd never use that word -- often).

Arthur leaned in and pressed another kiss to the man's mouth, cupping his cheek in his hand. It had been longer than he could admit where he simply felt content, laying here and talking with him. Although the building had sustained a lot of damage, it was still more comfortable than when they were stuck in that cabin during the blizzard.

At least they weren't freezing their asses off.

"Do you feel tired?" He was pretty certain he wasn't the only one who hadn't truly slept in a while.