Tony has always been rough around the edges.

Or at least that’s what people think — and say if they dare to.

Maybe that’s jus’ what he wants ‘em all to think.

But Tony sincerely loved you, really, he did — so, so much — that it felt like it was gonna be the death of him.

And he swears you at least like him back — no; he knows your into him — no questions. You were always smiling at him, in the hallways; laughing at jokes that definitely aren’t jokes.

And those lingering touches — a hand on his arm or more — they weren’t for nothing.

And the stimulus response when you do so?

A part of him wants to say “watch the leather, homo.” — but other times he wants to rightfully throw you — shove you against a locker or anywhere, and kiss you til you were marked and marked good.

He prefers the latter — it sounds better, possibly feels better; presumably tastes better.