[Falcon hesitates for just a moment. Is he really about to do what he thinks he is? He searches the Doctor's face. He wasn't pulling away. This man trusted him. He wasn't afraid of him, of the danger that surrounded the Captain's life. Before him, Falcon saw the one person he had known who had treated him like a person.
He didn't hesitate any longer, bringing his other arm around Doc's waist, he pulled the smaller man closer, until their foreheads touched, their eyes locked on each other's. His lips lightly brushed against the Doctor's. Carefully, tenderly claiming them into his own. And that was it. He had opened himself up. Taken his first step.]