"I'm fine," Tony says, wincing inwardly at how sullen it sounds. Gene makes a move to slip back into his rooms, and Tony, without even thinking, puts his arm out, hand against the wall, to block him. "Wait." Now his tone is an awkward mix of commanding and plaintive, which is a little embarrassing, but that seems to be the theme tonight, and once again he can't bring himself to care.

All he can think about is how gorgeous Gene is. He's had a shitty night, and Gene is here, and he's hot, and he's the only person who's done anything nice for Tony all day, and all Tony wants to do is tear Gene's clothes off and carry him to bed and have drunken sex and fall asleep cuddling with someone who actually seems to like him.

The impulse, as stupid as it is, overtakes him, and he leans in and kisses Gene.

It's a good kiss, despite how drunk he is: gentle and sure, holding all the warmth that had been lacking in his demeanor.