[ His head tilts backwards ever so slightly, leaning against him as he too rises his gaze to look at the sky. ] I don't know what is it but there is something different.
[ That unknown feeling is the same one that makes him attempt to turn around so he can wrap his arms below his shoulders. You're his partner and he can hug you of he feels like it, and it is with such train of thought that he has forgotten to feel embarrassment for holding him where prying eyes might see them. ] It is a good feeling, though.