Michael blinks at her a couple times, mouth open stupidly, before he replies.
“Really? I mean, no, yeah, promise. Basics, or whatever we want. Just like tonight, it’s… it’s ours.”
He takes her face in his hands. There’s a twining, growing sensation in his upper chest. He takes a slow, deep breath to try and unwind it; when he breathes out, a wave of something rolls lazily through him. What—oh, right. Love.
“I think I need to say I love you right now,” he says.