"You're...intoxicating when you're here. You're just you, in your purest form. So that's why I love you while you're here. Not that I don't love you just as much when we're home..." he trailed off. He blew out a breath and sat up.
Sam crossed the enormous room to his bag and retrieved something from it.
"Tomorrow's my birthday," he started. "But I wanted to give you a present."