his bringing back "you wear fine things well" the little recognition of that moment from their past where they could've taken the step but both chickened out. The theme being to be better and to do better, to love your person better, to be fucking braver dammit, and now them just going for it. The kiss in the moonlight they denied themselves, now coming full circle with fingers in hair and softness and want, so much fucking want. The ending of it with their silliness, the quiet acceptance of what they are to each other, no drama, just realisation of "I'm what you got and I'm fucking keeping you"


