"No no, I'm fine, I can have something else."

Steve clears his throat awkwardly as he ventures into the kitchen, crossing to the fridge and pulling out the jug of milk. He pulls down a glass, focuses with abnormal intensity on his pouring.

By the time the milk is back in the fridge he can tell he'll never to able to live with the silence. Two minutes has been too much...

"I'm sorry about last night."

He leans on the counter, looking down into his glass to avoid meeting Tony's eyes.