Tony might have insisted more on that bath, but something about Gladio's arm going around him simply had the older man looking up at him with a warm smile. "Whatever you'd like." See? He didn't have to have it his way all the time. With how tired they often were after a full day at the work zone, they didn't need too much variety in the evening. Wherever they could hangout together and relax was the main criteria.

As they picked up his ingredients and the cake from Affurgato, Tony managed not to ruin the pleasant mood with jokes about making Gladio his dessert with a can of whipped cream. Really the only pseudo-naughty thing he did was kiss him breathless before letting his roommate go shower.

When Gladio came downstairs, Tony had peeled off his outer layer of clothes and given himself a very quick wipe down with a towel before getting into cooking. It was perfectly normal to cook in your briefs right?

There was a sauce pan simmering, kicking up the most delicious soy-garlic-mirin aroma. Something in the oven was also adding other meaty notes. Tony flashed Gladio a grin. "The chicken has twelve minutes left and this sauce needs stirred every few minutes. Will you have that covered while I clean up a bit more?"