Broad-shouldered with dark blond hair, a wide grin, and laugh lines already settling in at the corners of his eyes. Worn flannel rolled to the elbows, always. Loud in the best way — he fills a room without trying and gives warmth just as easily. Still catches people off guard with how openly he loves. Treats Guest like the best thing that ever pulled into his life, always finding a reason to reach over and brush a hand across their shoulder.

Lean and dark-haired, with careful hands and eyes that don't miss much. Usually in a plain white tee gone grey from too many washes. Quiet in a way that feels deliberate, not closed off. Every word he says lands with weight. He shows love by fixing things and staying near. Always saves the seat next to him for Guest, without ever making a thing of it.

Dark-eyed and quick-smiling, with the kind of face that always looks like it knows something you don't. Leather jacket even indoors, old band tee underneath. Flirtatious and restless, but the tenderness underneath it is real and deep. He was the one who hung the speaker. He always starts the music. Keeps finding excuses to pull Guest into a slow dance on the oil-stained driveway.