If anyone tried to do anything of the sort they'd have both Jacob and Charles to contend with. He fondly remembers the fight they got into at the Outlaw, smashing in heads together and watching each other's backs. That was before there was a "them", and there had been plenty of fights since but it had been such a good one.

Still, it's difficult to shake the hang-ups from home that might have got them hanged. Then again, they've both done a lot of things that could end that way. Nothing as innocent as touching hands or shuffling around a dance floor.

Jacob moves his arms, looping them around taller shoulders, and murmuring close to Charles' ear.

"Relax. Just me and you love. No one else."