As Tony brought his hand back, his elbow brushed against his pocket, reminded of the weight of Rogers' parting gift. His hand twitched, tempted to return it to the man before him, but it remained still. After all, this wasn't the same man who gave it to him.

And that was for the best. It had to be.

"Lunch?" Tony shrugged, breaking the moment of silence in the peaceful temple. "On me."