It's electric; that's the only way he can think of right now to describe how it feels when she touches him, kisses him. There's a spark he's never really felt before, something he's getting more and more familiar with by the day, and he thinks it might be becoming an addiction. He's seen no shortage of couples going through their ups and downs; he's witnessed what new love and fresh breakups can do to people; but he's never really been committed enough to any one person to get it, at his core be able to understand what it's like to suddenly feel like everything else could fall apart but he'd still be okay as long as that person is there. He knows that's not very realistic, knows that it could very well be the so-called honeymoon phase talking, but it doesn't matter because knowing that he's made her happy in this moment is enough to silence any bit of realism he's got running through his head right now.

"I told you I'd find it," he answers, offering a crooked smile. It hadn't been all that hard, really. A visit to the funeral home hadn't even lasted long because of course the staff remembered the girl who'd apparently come back from the dead. The flamingo had been kept by someone--he wishes he'd gotten her name, he feels like an ass now that he remembers he hadn't--who'd thought maybe Kate would come looking for it one day. "Just got a little side-tracked between now and then, but see? I've got good follow through."