Oliver really didn't know whether people did always feel like this. Not just the giddiness or the dizziness, but the sheer happiness. Oliver felt that it couldn't be like this for everyone, surely. Mostly because Oliver knew some people in relationships, not many, but they didn't seem to always smile the way Oliver smiled when he was around Charlie. But then, maybe that was something that eased with time. Not in a bad way, but just in a way where you got better at controlling how much your emotions showed on your face, through your whole being. It wasn't that Oliver wanted that to happen, but he could also perhaps see the benefit in it.
"I'm not sure," he replied honestly. "I think maybe," Oliver paused, wetting his lips with the wine. "Maybe that's why they call this the honeymoon period?" Oliver offered. He had certainly heard the phrase before and suddenly it made sense, because everything about this felt like having honey, except you never got too sick of the sweetness of it. Perhaps other people did, because Oliver had no doubt that him and Charlie looked sugar sweet, but he also didn't mind if it was other people's teeth they were hurting with it. This was nice. It was amazing. So Oliver really struggled to care whether other people would find him and Charlie just sickeningly cute. He kind of welcomed it.
The food arrived then and Oliver let go of Charlie's hand to pick up the cutlery. "This is going to be fantastic," Oliver informed Charlie. "Theseus' food is really good," he added not for the first time. Oliver was honestly so happy for how tonight looked to be turning out. His friend had had no need to be as worried as he had been, to the point where he hadn't even wanted hair pets and that to Oliver indicated a serious stress. "He was so worried tonight was going to be a disaster," Oliver told Charlie conversationally.