[Sylvain is smiling. It might be a little shaky, but it's there. And Claude can see some of the warmth returning to his eyes, too. It's not some fake thing, and it seems a little more sure of its feet now than it was a few moments ago. The fact that, after everything, Sylvain can still smile, and that Claude was able to help him find that smile again...it's like the note from the Indeedees he has, tucked away in his pocket. It's such a small thing, but it means the world to Claude.

Much like Sylvain himself has come to.]

Good. [Some of that fierce urgency melts out of Claude, leaving behind his more usual, relaxed warmth.] I might not be the most trustworthy guy, but if there's ever anything I've said and meant with my whole heart, it's this.

And...the present matters. No matter what came before, or what comes after. What we've got, right now, means something. What we feel and do right now means something. Here or at home, even if time washes everything we've ever said and done and felt away, even if we forget from old age or mystical world-hopping shenanigans...nothing can make those experiences never have been. How many of my specific kisses will you remember a year from now, no matter what happens? Maybe only a few of the really stand-out occasions. But every one will have been worth it while we had it, and I don't think you'd pass any of them up because they might not stick with you.

So...let's just live each moment we've got together, آتش دلم. We don't need to worry about the next moment while we have this one.