Oh you precious human, you.
But can we discuss the level of affection in his face here? How those wrinkles bear the mark of all the warmth directed towards the man beside him? How grateful he is that he chose Noel - and that Noel chose him? How everything in his life might have turned out differently if he hadn’t, and how at peace he is with all that never was? Because now he has crimps. He has bantering in front of curtains and silly costumes. He has love songs and horror songs and songs about sailors. He has fans dressed up as characters he’s created and a hand always eager to caress his arm. And he has a smile on his face that could only be put there by the approving look from the world’s biggest bluest eyes.