*watches the expressions ripple across your face before looking away, feeling somehow that you need a moment of privacy (even though he does understand, and perfectly)* *was nearly in tears that day, seeing it in person*
*finds his gaze drawn to the window, and their beautiful city beyond* *almost reverently* You're welcome. *quirks a quiet smile* You're also welcome to go up with me next time, maybe in the spring? It's ten times better firsthand.