226 days had been enough time for Tony to be reasonably okay with the idea of using his room for relaxation. When he'd arrived, it was all pacing around in the common areas until he passed out on a chair or just crashing in Thor's room. He still never used Rock Bottom for sleep too many times in a row, though. Small doses and all that.

Dragging himself straight into his room, the combination of brain fog and auto-pilot equaled him not even seeing the small figure in his work area, tossing himself on the bright red couch and settling in whatever position he ended up in.