—oh now there's a thought that—no. Moving on. Because no. This is going to stay a conversation about Tony because anything else is too depressing to contemplate.



He moves away from the door at last, rests his hands on Obadiah's shoulders, and gives him a very quick, very gentle kiss.

"So," he murmurs—still steady, still thoughtful, only barely nervous— "I guess we should talk, huh."