Jack tastes a little like salt and a little like whiskey and a little like smoke, but mostly he just tastes like Jack, kissing Ennis back and holding him close. He says nothing about the dampness on Ennis' cheeks, but his thumb smoothes over it, tries to wipe it away, or at least make it not matter so much anymore.

Somewhere, the wind picks up, and cools the air, and rain begins to fall.