Space was right. Tony nailed space on the head and did it all so splendidly that Justin doesn't believe he'll ever be able to top it. Tony's won his prize less than a year into it all, and Justin's more than fine with that. He got to see the planet Earth from outside of its atmosphere; how could Tony ever beat that out?

"Yep. I think so. And yeah, I've picked up on that by now." Though why, other than sex and the comfort of physical contact, Justin hasn't ever really understood in regards to anyone before, so it's still a little odd. "And you better not. It's cold and I don't want to wake up ten times throughout the night because you tried to migrate to the flap or the other side of the tent. That's rude. Don't be rude."

It's pretty much second nature at this point to open up his neck whenever Tony decides to dip down to him, to tilt his head to the side so he can move from jaw downward if he wants to. They're lov—they're together. Tony has free rein when it comes to Justin's body and what he wants to do with it. If he wants to kiss Justin's jaw, he'll make it apparent he can kiss more than that if he wants to. If he wants to get his hands up his shirt, he'll take it off. It's really simple, though he still wonders why anyone would want to half the time.

"How were your first smores, by the way?"