He cast those somber thoughts aside to concentrate on something far better than the ghosts of his past. Tristan looked up, his aquamarine eyes dazzling under the fireflies, under the stars, and he smiled at her. Her words, though they seemed a bit embellished to cater to his mediocre opinion of himself in the 'dating arena', were accepted gracefully. He never considered himself a great person, just someone who kept his nose as clean as one could, did his part in school, did his part in the military, and then returned the favor of caring for his mother who had raised him all alone when she fell ill. He had a couple of flings here and there, mostly women who were after him for his money, or his body, or a sick combination of the two, and it was never about a future or making something work out for them, no endgame. He hated that, all the trivial bullshit, and he just wanted to find someone who made him happy.
As he observed his companion for the holiday, Tristan was wondering if he'd found that person who'd made him happy. Sure, they were friends, and she said she'd been having trouble with someone--but did she ever say they were together? Did she ever once reveal who it was that stole her heart, or even put her in this predicament? She had her wand on her, surely, and if she didn't want to be around him, she could have apparated the hell away from him at any time if she were uncomfortable. Yet, she remained here... spending a lovely evening dining, laughing, recalling moments where he'd been at his happiest. Because he was with her.
"Cora... I... I'm having a wonderful time with you, and there's just something I wanna say, but... " He paused, his tongue meeting his lips briefly, and he sucked in a breath as if he wanted to speak, but he'd held it back. How could he express just how elated he was to be around her? How much he enjoyed this time with her. Twenty or so years had passed without her, and yet here they were, having a fantastic time together, outside of the politics, the intrigue, the bullshit of London and the magical realm. They were just... together. Merlin, she looked beautiful, and the way her face lit up at each turn, at each surprise, just made him warm and content inside.
He gulped. There would be no words for this. Just action...
Leaning down, Tristan drew his face close to hers, and leaned in to kiss her, if she let him.