"I am," he agrees, winking, "but I had a little help. Still gonna take like, 98% of the credit, though." He glances behind him and yeah, he maybe feels a swell of pride in his chest because this is all for her, and he thinks maybe he did do a pretty good job here. There's so much he wants to say to her, so much he wants to express but isn't sure how because he's fairly certain there aren't enough words in the English language for that. Or German, for that matter. He's had a lot on his mind since the evening he'd had that nightmare--although to be perfectly honest, since he's gotten his cast off, his thoughts have been leaning more toward the mature audiences side but still, he has time for other thoughts in between. He'd said it to her in a foreign language, ich bin verliebt, I'm in love.

He wants to tell her, it's been on the tip of his tongue ever since, and he doesn't care anymore if it seems too soon or too serious or any of that bullshit because it's just the truth. Still, he's been waiting because it hasn't felt like there's been quite that right moment; he's hoping he'll feel it tonight. He nods toward the table set-up, tugging at her hands as he starts to walk backwards. "Come on. There's food and champagne."