The grass is an odd color of green, somewhere between granny smith apple and the deep teal of the ocean. In this moment, where a butterfly’s wings beat so slowly he enjoys the simple company of the man. He enjoys a lot of things and this weird, surreal version of Joel makes his heart ache and his stomach flip.
"You might be mad, but I still like you," Sonny murmurs.
He hears Joel’s laugh, but he does not see him, “Then you must be mad too.”
Quietly he lets the man’s tie slip between his fingers, again and again and when it seems the Mau5 is asleep, he leans forward to place a kiss on his forehead. He’ll seal the deal and with it, promise to voice unsaid words when he leaves this place.