As she recited the next bit of the poem, the grin on his face grew into a smile. This felt like something out of a movie. One of the romantic movies that Olivia always used to rope him into watching, and he ended up enjoying even more than she had. If that wasn't a sign that this was a good idea, that the plan was a good one... he didn't know what was. "If Mari was here, this would be when she recited the last little bit," he mused. "I feel wrong doing it because of that. So it'll have to stay unfinished for now."
Outdone himself? He wasn't so sure about that, really, but he was definitely glad she appreciated the effort. Another quick glance around made him grin a little wider. Whoever said that the end of the world couldn't be made into a happy place was a liar. Evan used to think that he was at his most creative when he was sad, when he was depressed, but as time went on, he was learning how wrong he'd been in that thought. "I don't know if I've quite outdone myself, but I'm definitely glad you like it." He told her, watching as she stepped into the light and letting a little smile cross his face. Beautiful as ever.
She commented on the branch and he started climbing down carefully. The last thing he needed was to fall and break his neck after everything else had gone so well so far. "No, I just wanted to see your candid reaction, really. The one when you didn't think I was here quite yet." He jumped down from the final branch and looked at her when his feet hit the ground.
"I'm glad I did, though. That little shared reciting of that poem is something that Shakespeare himself couldn't have scripted better." A quirked smirk as he walked up to her and slid his arm around her waist, leaning in for a kiss.
He brought his hand up to smooth some of her hair from her face and smiled lovingly at her. "You look lovely." And she did. "Not quite 'as you are,' but you won't see me complain," he added with a little chuckle.