Samandriel didn't think he should have to point out that Carrick didn't truly remember his time human either, and that he'd been running and laughing with them since they were first Made.
His thumb ran over the smooth glass of the bottle. "Have you ever had home and hope right in front of you? A breath of true life that nothing else could compare to that you just had to sit and appreciate it for a moment?" Carrick didn't need to answer that. This was Samandriel's moment. He closed his eyes and bowed his head.
"Nor I to you." Smoothly, he got up and walked to the other side of the room, still holding his Grace close to his chest. "Which is why you should look away."
He waited until Carrick did, before the climax to this whole affair came not in a smash or a shout, but with the soft sound of a cork being pulled and a sharp intake of breath. The sound of great wings spreading behind him followed as his body healed itself of the scars inflicted on it in the first place and he couldn't help but laugh a little, a soft joyful sound to match his scant few tears.
Walking over to Carrick again, he left his wings out, though folded behind him some to make moving easier, cupping the vampire's cheek as he leaned in to kiss him. "Thank you."