He chuckled warmly, nosing at Stanley's face - a nudge to his cheek, before giving him a proper kiss, right here in the explosion of holiday fun room, and it was quite obvious that Killian loved him too. Loved his dedication to the project of the Gaudy Tree (and the strange and wonderful Christmas pudding).
"Alright, good," he passed the menorah to Stanley and, since Killian only had one hand picked up the box containing the fake tree, tucking it under his arm. They'd find some ornaments and other accoutrements for it, most likely. Had to make it look festive, after all.
Provided he was even around to do festive things with. That reminded him that he ought to bring up the inevitable - his situation with the Dark One's curse was digging further and further into him, and see-sawing back and forth, warring with his own desires, wasn't doing him any favors. "There's something I need to...talk to you about," he said carefully, not wanting to kill the cheery mood. Alas.