She's kind of expecting that and her smile only grows at his words before she kisses him again, reaching blindly for the ice bucket at the same time, because if she's taking anything with them when they leave the roof, it's the champagne. She kind of wants all the flowers, too, because she wants to remember this night, this moment in particular, all the things he's done for her, the fact that he loves her. He loves her.

And it's that easy to distract herself from everything else. Her free hand falls on the edge of the ice bucket and she reaches up with her other hand, cupping his cheek. All that time thinking it was going to be so scary and it's not. Now that he's said it, now that she's said it, she just wants to keep saying it over and over again until he's annoyed with her.

"I'm bringing this," she tells him, tapping the champagne bottle with her fingertips before she leans in, pressing her lips to his cheek, then his jaw, then to the skin just in front of his ear. "Your bed is further away, but there are fewer people in your apartment." She knows Carla Jean doesn't mind when Newt is over, but Kate's pretty much intending on not sleeping for awhile and she doesn't want to be that roommate.