[ oh, he said he was ready but this is still a lot. maybe it's the high he's coming off of from catching the fish, but though his features tinge pink to red, it's gradual like the dawn of a new day. he doesn't hide this time either, though he does clothes his eyes to take all the words in wholly, into his lungs and his very being.

he doesn't know what to say for a moment when tatara finishes, but his smile is glimmering brighter than the sun off the waves. ]

...I think I love this one.

No, I do. Even if it feels like it shouldn't be written about me, it's the truth with how I feel about you.

[ he laughs just a little, some of the emotion bubbling up from his chest. he hasn't really doubted how tatara has felt since that night on the couch, but this is reaffirming it, breathing in water that is somehow easier than air. ]

You can even make me appreciate lightning... you're greater than a miracle, my fireworks that I want to look at and feel on my skin forever.