Bruce hums, both in agreement and contentment as he tries to open his eyes, but finds his eyelids far too heavy and can't bring himself to get the strength to open them again. There's a pleasant buzz around him now, everything around him feeling sweet and warm and heavy just like honey. He thinks he can taste it on his lips right now.

He takes in another deep breath when Tony draws him in closer, inhaling the scent of Tony deep inside him so he can keep it and bottle it up. Bruce exhales quietly, breathing out over the junction of neck and shoulder and its nice, its really nice, and Bruce feels himself drifting off in the warmth of Tony'd arms holding him and the secure press of their bodies together, grounding him down.

"Everything..." Bruce is mumbling by now, syllables slurring together as he drifts off. "...with you. Anything with you."

As soon as he says that his breathing evens out, and Bruce's last word trails off into a soft sound as he slips off into sleep.