Joe Russo (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notalongtime) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
This was all so easy that Joe had to wonder when it was all going to come crashing down around his ears. When, not if, because that was just how his lives were supposed to work. Only, with his hand in Ram’s and stone cold sober, Joe was content and happy. Optimism never came easily but somehow this wholly unexpected man made him feel like he might be able to live a really good life in the time he had left.
Joe met Ram after after his last duet, feeling a new buzz of something after the flirty, sexy song and a warm sense of pride that he was going to be the one to take him home tonight. His hands went to Ram’s hips, a slightly smug smile on Joe’s lips as he looked down at him. “Incredible, as always.”