looking up into Bobby’s flushed face, looking into his eyes for maybe the first time when they were together, Tommy understood in one fraction of a heartbeat every love song he’d ever heard, every dream he was afraid to have, every memory of anything good that had ever happened to him. It was all wrapped up in Bobby. He was the music, he was the dream, he was the love, and… he was the hope. Tommy O’Shea finally understood.
