From the moment the two boys had walked into his home, laughing and talking about Patti LuPone's newest book, Burt had known that something was there. He could see it in the not-so-subtle looks of adoration given to one another at dinner, the hugs that lasted a bit too long to be merely considered friendly, and the way the boys lingered in the doorway at the end of the night, not wanting to say goodbye. He could hear it in the low, comforting whispers, their song selections in what could only be described as a serenade, the pride in which they spoke of one another, and the rare sound of his son's genuine laughter. From the beginning, Burt had known, so when the two boys came home one weekend and announced that they were dating, Burt wasn't surprised. He watched them as they cuddled closer on the couch, seeing their bright smiles and hearing the comforting whispers of sweet nothings. As he was watching, a photograph of his late wife caught his eye, reminding him of another couple who had proudly displayed their love for as long as possible.