[If he never does another good thing in his entire life, he's pretty sure he's got heaven locked down for making Hana Song smile like that. Her fierce joy washes over him, all lightning sparks and effervescence and bursting stars and he can't help the laugh as she grabs his shoulders. The happiness is suddenly too huge to hold inside. His hands go to her waist and he leans down, grinning. Rests his forehead against hers.]

For serious, for real. You tell me when and where to find you, Hana and I'll give you the moon. Or - a spot on the moon. [One hand leaves her waist to stroke her hair back from her cheek and cup it and his eyes are bright with pleasure.] Small price to pay to have you smile at me like that.