There's nothing really to say.

So he doesn't say anything, just lets his fingertips brush lightly against hers while the fireworks explode over the lake. His heart is somewhere up against his ribs, caught high in his throat.

He catches glimpse of some of the children peering up skywards, eyes wide and lit by the colors.

But he can't hide the content little smile on his face. It's almost a smirk. Almost.