He turned, looking down at Midnight, seeing her expressive face gazing up in wonder at the display. Her smile was wide and genuine, her eyes shining. Expressive and the same beautiful golden hue they’d always been, each explosion and spark reflected off of those two perfect mirrors of the soul. The colours of the night sky played across her face, casting it in different colours and shades and shadows from different angles as the fireworks performed their magic. She hadn’t even been looking at him when she said it, so transfixed was she by the sight before her. He allowed himself a smile and let go of what he held against her earlier, and all the times she bothered, cajoled, aggravated, or otherwise inconvenienced him.