Randomly belting out Disney tunes in the middle of something is one thing. Belting them out and then improving on them by adjusting the lyrics to the situation is another thing entirely. Tony’s smiling so widely that he knows his face will start to hurt soon if he keeps it up, but that doesn’t make him stop.

Instead, he just slides his other arm around Justin’s waist and pulls him closer, as he bends his head and buries his face in the crook of his neck. His knows that his goatee might be a little scratchy, where it brushes Justin’s skin, but Tony takes care of it. He trims it, he washes it. It’s not as coarse and uncomfortable as it could be. He thinks that, for a little while at least, Justin will be okay.

“I love you.” With Tony, he believes that he either says it too much or not enough. With Justin, he’s half afraid that he says it too much, since Justin himself has voiced his dislike of romance and soppiness. But the way the emotion rises inside him now makes it impossible not to say.

“Every time I think I couldn’t love you any more than I already do, you find a way to surprise me. I’m glad. About that. I’m not complaining. In case you think I was. I’m not.”