Have his eyes always been that blue and beautiful? They have to have been, right? Daisy feels like an idiot for never noticing before.

Her face lights up when she agrees, her eyes looking at him with a soft and expression. Before she realizes that she is doing so, she reaches for his hand and tangles his fingers with hers, her breath catching because of how right and perfect it feels.

"You can hear my voice as much as you like," she replies, only to blush. How can this beautiful, wonderful man compare anything about her to an angel? It doesn't make sense but it fills her heart with so much joy that she doesn't care.

"Let's go...?" she asks, her voice full of hope.