His husband stood at the bar that divided the kitchen and living space. Where Tony stood at six-two, Harry was a few inches below him at five-nine. Sometimes Tony thought he looked taller, and he could understand what Gibbs meant when he said that he served. Tony had met a lot of soldiers, had seen them on Ducky’s table and in interrogation, and even the smallest soldier had a habit of standing ten feet tall no matter the circumstances. Nevermind the fact that Harry’s shoulders were sleight and a lot less broad. He was slim, built for speed instead of muscle, but he still had nice lean muscles from his years of competitive flying and running. Tony should know, he really liked them. Harry had the blackest hair that Tony had ever seen. Most black hair mixed with really dark brown, but Harry’s was as black as a black hole and very soft.