"Good," he breathed, barely remembering to speak in English. It struck him again as he looked into Roger's beautiful blue eyes that the only thing he and Freddie had in common was a face. In words, personality and deeds, they were worlds apart. As he turned his head to press a light kiss to Roger's hand, he knew who he thought was the better person.

And then there was no more conscious thought at all, as he reached for Roger's other hand and pressed a soft kiss to his palm. He could have been overreaching, but he didn't think so. Tonight, they were both on the same page.