Cesar bears the arm's weight amiably, though he's just tall enough that it makes him slouch. That's fine: it'd take more than bad posture to kill his mood now.

Cesar reaches for a strand of Tony's hair, fiddling with it briefly. Then he makes the sign for 'white', which Tony might only see as a plucking motion that draws something invisible from just below his own collarbones. His expression is questioning, and when it doesn't get the response he's looking for he realizes the problem, mouthing the word silently as he repeats the gesture.

He steers the two of them to the door, not really having to look where they're going to move around his own apartment.