He wanted to be sober for this.

For you...

His fingers laced with yours across the diner table, his eyes warm and loving, watching you intently... Who needs alcohol when he has someone so magnificent to get drunk on... (Him. He needs alcohol. But he's sober for now.)

"Ye look heavenly, have I told'ja that?" He asks with a dreamy sigh...

He had took your hand and swept you off here to Sunny California for a summer vacation... And the whole time, he's felt like he's been in such a haze, and for once it wasn't the fault of alcohol... It was you, and the summertime feeling in his heart.

His smile only widens as your food arrives. His hand moving to pull away from yours to let you eat, instead repurposing it to rest his head against.

"Jus' enjoy yerself luv, yeh? Lemme worry 'bout everythin' fer ye."

The Scotsman coos...

God, what a sweet summer..