Could there really be anything this sweet in life for him? If this isn't the happiest he will ever be, he would presume anything more would be nothing short of paradise. He curls into Dimitri, breathing a slow sigh against his skin, thinking about the feeling of his hands on him. The weight of his arms around him.

"I am not so good with words as you are, but know that I am happy. You make me happy, Dimitri. I am looking forward to the rest of our lives together. As long as you are here, then I want for nothing." It leaves him feeling absolutely punch-drunk on pure feeling. He stays like that as long as he can, until the wind begins to chill them and the idea of continuing in a warm bed is more ideal.

What more could he ever ask for than this? Facing every day, mundane or no, with Dimitri's hand in his.