Just like that, they're standing again, in this tiny room, no one else around them, no voices, no distractions, only each other and the nothing.

The fluttery feeling is stronger than ever when Crowley pulls him close. That smile, the dimming of the lights. This time, he can see their golden eyes. It's about as overwhelming as he imagined.

"Yes." He answers after a couple of seconds of just regarding them. He then smiles faintly, bringing his hand to their sides again.

Without a snap of fingers, a wave of a hand, or even a blink, with no gesture to mark it, music starts playing from somewhere impossible, quietly as not to disturb the scene.

"Changed my mind about the music." He remembers it well enough. There's a cheeky glint to his eye, soft as his look may be.