If the world's beauty could be summed up in kissing, this particular act here and now, the joining of two similar men with far reaching and polarizing ideals, might become it's poster child. And happily so. Jesus' kisses are coupled with smiles, with happy sounds and surprised, pleased, and flattering noises deep in the back of his throat.

He doesn't take offense to the knee -- Tony is leaning towards him, he has to stabilize himself somehow -- and shifts accordingly to accommodate it. Perhaps this isn't exactly what a preacher should be doing, but it's innocent, isn't it?

Harmless. It's like holding hands. Like touching. It is touching. And until someone tells Jesus differently, he'll unabashedly give in to his all too human instincts for intimacy. Oh Tony. What have you done to him?