After eating the steaks Tony had roasted for them, Tony and Gibbs sat together on Tony's couch. They talked about their latest case, while drinking beer. The whole evening they had talked about the work - and not about each other, not about their feelings.
“Would it be okay for you, if I ... put my arm around you?”
Tony hesitated, but then he nodded. “Yes, it would be okay for me.”
“And would it be okay for you, if I hold you?”
“Yes, Jethro.” Tony nodded again. “It would be okay for me.”
Gibbs pulled him carefully into his arms.