He felt so cared for in this moment. Loved and adored. No one had ever felt for him the way that Vegas had. Maybe because no one had ever wanted to look past the silly smiles. They didn't want to know what was under it all. How much pain and darkness existed there. It was like that saying that comedy was born from a place of pain. People didn't want to think about that and just wanted to laugh.

Vegas wanted all of him though. The worst and best of him. Just like he wanted the worst and best of Vegas. The complete package. He wouldn't fear this man. He hadn't before and he didn't now.

His eyes closed at the kiss to his hair. The warmth and gratitude in it was so potent he could feel it even without the words for it.

"I love you too, Vegas."