Much as he doesn’t like being blind, he has to admit – if only to himself – that he’s glad he can’t watch Bruce open the present. It’s a stupid thing, not nearly as potentially embarrassing as his other present, but there’s a tiny measure of himself that’s gone into making it. He never claimed to be an artist. He knows he’s terrible at it. But it’s one thing to doodle during board meetings and quite another to present a crappy drawing to someone else like it’s actually a good thing.

He takes his laughter as a good sign. And though he rolls his eyes when Bruce says he loves it, Tony’s grin says that for the moment, he’s content.

“Now you just have to love part two. Which, well, you might not love it, but maybe you’ll like it? I am pretty good. At least, that’s what everyone says, so unless they’re just stroking my ego, I’m willing to believe them.”

Unable to see where he’s reaching, he fumbles a little as he tries to touch Bruce’s arm. “I’m glad you like it. Help me find somewhere prominent in the kitchen to put mine?”