Anthony sighed contentedly. There were a lot of things he wanted to say and do right now—none of which he could, however, being in public and all. But even so, he was pleased with the direction the evening was going. It was good. They were good. Everything is good.

He laughed to himself a bit, looking at the ground as they walked. "God, there's just so much I want to say and do with and to you," he said, his voice low as to avoid being heard by anyone else. They'd all have to wait until they get home, of course, but mentioning that they existed wasn't a big deal. And he could wait. He was patient.