[ Tony's been working more and more since Claire's death and reappearance-- something that still chills Pepper to be the bone, as well. She tries not to worry too much just yet; she knows how it looks like when Tony gets really bad, really obsessive, and this isn't it. She's not overjoyed he spends so much time in the lab and doesn't get enough sleep, but she knows forcing his hand will only make him dig in his heels all the worse. Besides, what good would it do to keep him in bed, tossing and turning? None. So, Pepper tries to put the breaks on her own fussing at least every once in a while, and trust Tony's own judgment.
That doesn't mean she doesn't pop in when her own bedtime starts drawing near, just to check in on him and kiss him goodnight. Little things, but important ones. In her nightclothes (very unexciting t-shirt and shorts ensemble) Pepper pads down the hall and enters the room Tony's claimed as his lab space, FRIDAY permitting her inside with no muss, no fuss. ]
Hey, you. [ Her voice is a soft murmur, rubbing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she comes to stand by him where he's hunched over his desk, tinkering with something. Her hair is loose and her face hasn't a speck of make-up on it, a light scent of soap clinging to her skin. ]
[ some nights tony is wide awake, mind racing, trying to find solutions to this fresh development. Claire died, someone killed her, claire is back, the killer was never caught. With a killer free and on the loose, he puts his efforts into keeping those around him safe and only later would he go about trying to find the culprit. He's learned a lesson throughout the years, loved ones first.
He's wide awake now, too but he leans into her as she draws closer, resting his head against her middle and breathes her in. Instinctively, he relaxes. ]
[ Pepper wraps her arms around him the moment he leans against her, one hand stroking up his neck; pressing and sliding fingertips along the vertebrae in effort to knead away the tension she feels coiled about his shoulders. An affectionate kiss gets dropped into his hair. She loves these small, quiet moments between them when the lives they usually lead are so loud and busy. ]
Okay. Are you coming to bed?
[ She asks though she already knows the answer with 98% certainty. Her tone is soft and void of judgment or expectation where once there would have been either or both; she has grown and evolved in this relationship, too. ]