He's happy to linger in the impromptu makeout session, and the worry about her snatching stars from the sky fades away in light of the opportunity to kiss and cuddle and breathe in her scent. The light outside is fading by the time he realizes he's gotten lost in the moment, and he draws back breathless and blushing.

"You're the nicest distraction I've ever had," he tells her. "Don't you want dinner, though? And I'll get out the watercolors and paint you afterward?"