Angel Dust

Even for as long as Anthony's had a crush the hopeful light that brings to his eyes says he clearly starved for love and affection, ready to accept it from whoever will offer. If Marco had played his card right he could've had him wrapped around his finger. Not that it matters now...

"Yeah," he repeats easily cheeks hot again, but he's less shy about it now. His head turns in Val's hand so that his lips brush against that thumb, before he moves to take a half step back.

"I'll try my best, Mista Valentino. Promise."