“yeah, my brain talks too much.” Tony agreed before relaxing at the promise that she wasn’t going anywhere. “okay.” he mumbled, reassured by the promise. Enough to continue kissing her properly before blinking when she sank to her knees and he shuddered a little. That was like, every teenage wet dream he’d ever had. “then you sit on the bed and I’ll get a step stool.” Tony pointed out with a  shrug, reaching down to stroke her hair. “you know. When I was a kid. I absolutely thought I was gay because of you?” he asked with a grin.