He feels that tremble in his heart, an uneven patter of excitement. He wants to be able to drown in this closeness. It takes a moment for him to settle these feelings as Zichen goes to finish the meal. He moves closer to him in the kitchen as the meal is finished, settling down on a seat by the counter.

"Thank you..." His ears darken at the affectionate term. He reaches out and places his hand lightly on Zichen's arm. "...my love." The words are like a whisper.