While Gabriel is lighting his cigarette, Anthony allows his gaze to linger on him. The young man is a little tousled after his performance, sweat from the stage lights still clinging to him, clothes slightly rumpled. A little makeup remains smudged awkwardly around one eye.

And yet, Anthony wonders if he couldn’t look at Gabriel forever, just like this.

But in a moment he is looking into the distance again. He smiles dryly. “You had told me so much about it. I thought I might as well see the end result."