"Hey." Tony smiles at the kiss and shrugs off his bag. He almost drops it on the floor right inside the door, but then he notices how clean the apartment looks, and wisely hangs it on a coat hook instead.

He also notices how great the apartment smells, which means Gene has been cooking. Cooking and cleaning? How domestic, Gene. (He has completely forgotten what today is.)

"You made dinner? Sorry, you didn't have to clean, I should have, uh, done something about that earlier..." He has the grace to look a little sheepish, at least.