"I can easily just drop you on your ass, Stark." Gladio threatened, though there was no heat in the words. It was good to hear that laugh. A relief, even. The man he'd seen just before had been a man on the verge of losing his damn mind. But now... Now he was talking, laughing and smiling like that damn mark didn't have a hold of him any more.

Once they where in the room Gladio did consider just dropping Tony onto the bed, but decided against it when he bent forward and lowered the man onto the bed gently. "... Maybe it's just somethin I like to do?" And it got them where they needed to go faster. If he'd pulled away from Tony, who was to say he wouldn't have gotten a look at the room and felt that need to redecorate again?

Gladio lifted his hands and caught Tony's face between them and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips and grinned. "... Jeans, right?"