"Haha, thanks kid. Yer always good at cheerin' me up. Ready? The grand finale of our trip awaits!" Tony sniffed a couple more times as he shifted the car into drive and pulled away.   "O'course, I don't wanna see you sad. That's not yer natural state," Dillon said

  As he wiped his hands off with a clean shop rag, Tony leaned his hip on the workbench and looked over at Dillon. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with soft eyes and a knowledgeable smile. He tossed the now putty-smeared rag into a hamper in the corner, then looked around the shop. Tony swaggered slowly up to him, still on the stupid Iron Man stool. Dillon looked up slowly as Tony stopped and stood over him. Tony trailed his hands around Dillon's sides and behind him to his lower back as he stared down at him.  He said nothing, just hugged Dillon, his head to his chest

  Tony walked past Dillon to make his way to Harley, full name: Harley Quinn. Sue him. His back to him, Tony motioned over his shoulder for Dillon to follow. He heard Dillon pivot again in his direction then jog to catch up. As he rounded the corner to the side of the building where Harley was parked, he pulled a cigarette out of his pack with his lips. In the same mot

  Once Tony let him off, he was able to see what a mess he'd made of his man. Tony did that. Dillon wanted and trusted only him

  "Yer so incredibly helpful," Dillon said flatly and reached over to swat Tony playfully on the chest.