[He gives a quick nod of his head, the hair falling down in front of his ears bounces as the frame of his face is disrupted in the process.]

Yeah. Just.. Every time I'm with you it's as if my stomach is full of Blessed Butterflies.

[He'd forgotten about the fear of losing her, his hands going lax but keeping close to her so that he wasn't holding to her as if she were a life line. Her company made the world fade away around him, the stress and worry melted out of existence as her presence and beauty now occupied his senses.]

That doesn't sound stupid, does it? Does that sound romantic? I wasn't going for romantic, b-but if it sounds romantic-..