He's disappointed to lose contact for the few necessary moments, too, but he also takes the opportunity to settle back into the cushions and sigh happily. Tonight is about celebrating this beautiful thing they have, and how far they've come to get here, and he could not be happier.

Then he's grinning into David's reply, looking up at his moonlit, gorgeous man. "You look like a dream," he says. "All glowing and heroic. Though I think gold light suits you better than silver." There's still a hazy image emblazoned in his memory, back when they first met and he was suffering David's migraine, that wonderful man encircled in gold light above him in his feverish state. Like a supernatural being from a faerie tale.