That was... Sad. Tony glanced over his shoulder at Steve, at his closeness. He found that he didn't mind. He should, he knew it. He shouldn't have let the other man into his bed. He wasn't drunk enough for fooling around like that. Then again... This felt like drunkeness. Only... Better somehow.

"How did it happen?" He shuffled around to face the blond, dark eyes even darker under his lashes. "You weren't born like this right?"