The fabric of the scarf twists against his neck, and for a second, Tony doesn't know what it means. Blindness is still new to him. He's still learning the nuances of all these other forms of communication. But he's a quick study and it doesn't really take a genius to figure it out.

"You got it," he says with a smile, nodding more agreeably that he usually responds to suggestions. "I'll wear the scarf too."