Happy looked out at the rest of the apartment over Tony's shoulder. "That sofa looks comfortable," he lied. He would put up with a bad back if it meant having Tony's again.
He gave Tony another pat on the back after the kiss, like he was checking to make sure Tony was still solid, still there, and then he took a step back. "Me? It's good to see you. I'm kind of at a loss for words here. I've missed you, boss." It was a word Happy threw around like a term of endearment, a holdover from the days when it was used literally. "How are you standing here?"