Tony smiles when Gene reaches out to take his hand. He sneaks a sidelong glance, and is glad to see that Gene is smiling too.

Though the streets are a mess of ice and dirty slush, there is enough undisturbed snow on trees and rooftops and windowsills to add some nice sparkle to the scenery. Tony's happy walking hand in hand with his boyfriend through the frosted-over city, and he doesn't say anything for a while.

They've been talking a lot, recently, about a lot of really serious stuff. Sometimes it's nice to just be with Gene, and not feel like he has to say anything. That's odd, for him: normally he can't stand the quiet, and will do whatever he can to fill it up with conversation or music. Maybe Gene's starting to rub off on him.