Tony didn’t look like someone anyone should date. He had melted into the couch and lost his neck in the process, slumped there and barely keeping his eyes open. He could process what Steve was saying, though, could process that Steve had no objection to men, sure, but the question was what lingered in Tony’s mind.

Why had he told him?

He had gone on for the better part of the year not telling him anything. He’d gone on the better part of a year before that barely even registering it.

“I told you because not telling you was starting to scratch too deep. Not telling you isn’t an option anymore. And I had to tell someone.”