[There's a whole fifteen seconds of silence after Steve sets down the sketchbook and pencils where Tony just sits there, staring at them. But as soon as enough time passes, he's letting out a breath, reaching over and picking up the book and flipping through the blank pages absently.]

Considering I was about five minutes away from all work and no play? Yeah, sure. We can even call it team bonding. You can sign and slip and give it to Charles and I can get my gold star. [There's a slight edge to Tony's voice, but it's not an actual attack. It's more... discomfort. He has a feeling he knows why Steve's bothering to check on him, keep him company.

And, damnit, he doesn't want to talk about the full cause of his injury yet. Not with the guy he got tortured trying to protect.]