Tony's breath hitches when Jesus touches him. It takes a lot of restraint not to reach up and grab those hands before he can unbutton a single button, see the glow up close and in person. He looks at him, tries to focus on his face, see any trace of lying, any indicator he doesn't really feel that way about this.

He can deal with lies. Lies heal and truth hurts. Or at least, in this case truth is making him confused and a little breathless and he can't help it, he kisses Jesus before he can think of how inappropriate that is. It's not a sexy kiss. It's a thank you, without words. He pulls away quickly.

"I don't know if I can love me. I can love you, though. Easily."