( scott's used to these airport pick-ups by now. the very first time tony'd come to san francisco he'd been a nervous mess in the departure lobby, but after how many months, how many visits, how many times he's had to look for tony's face in crowds--scott sees him immediately now, and scott's face lights up because tony's here.

it always feels like a dream when tony comes home to him, even now when tony's hands are solid and on him, when tony's mouth is solid and on him, when tony's in his space like he's always in his heart and mind and body. scott's smiling into his mouth and smiling when he cups tony's jaw, smiling even when tony pulls away, but he does lean in to meet him again, nuzzling the tip of his nose and giving a softer kiss. )

Hey. ( and with them, well, that's enough. ) You're looking good as always.

And... ( a little sniff and scott blinks, surprised. ) ... you smell expensive! Come from a party or something?

( he reaches down to pick tony's bag up, and with his other hand he takes his hand to tug him along and out the building. )

It's like soap and scotch. Something more expensive than my entire net worth, definitely.