[For an awful moment, he thinks maybe he's misjudged the situation. Bruno had expressed such longing for home that one night, and maybe the reminder is just too much. Maybe Bruno hadn't wanted any kind of momento from home; maybe he should have just stuck to those first three presents.

That doubt fades the instant Bruno begins to grin. He's never seen such a wide smile on his boyfriend's face, and god, what he wouldn't give to have a picture of that. Even then, though, he isn't prepared for his boyfriend to outright tackle him: he laughs and scrambles to grab him, arms wrapping tight around his hips. Each kiss is returned just as haphazardly, as Polnareff laughs and tries to withstand the onslaught.]

Darling-- darling, hang on--!

[Only when Bruno finally pulls back does Polnareff get out any significant response. He tips his head first, kissing him firmly, mouth open to it. Then he pulls back, breathless, and says:]

I love you. Anything for you, I'm just glad I could find it.

small>[Another kiss, this one slower, and he pushes his fingers through Bruno's hair. A little grin as he adds:]

You like it, then?