Daizi didn't know exactly where he was looking, but the context clues said a lot, "In his defense, I can't make eye contact."
"I---I was not doing anything!" Dark adamantly stated, "I was only sitting here, next to my wife, having a wonderful evening!"
"We all understand," Cooger chuckled, trying to assure him, while Dark scrambled to his feet.
“It is not my fault she is a very attractive woman!” Dark replied, turning swiftly around on his heels, vaguely irate and frustrated, gesturing wildly at his wife, “She is a very attractive woman and I love her!"
Daizi hurried up to stand with him, "I love you too, Goose, but how about we sit down, okay?" She touched his cheek, and he looked at her, his expression changing from frustration stemming from not understanding what he had been doing wrong---he had been too zoned out to really recognize what he was doing, to utter adoration.
He paused, looking seriously at her, before setting his expression, nearly looking like himself, and then stated more emphatically, looking at Cooger, "She is beautiful!” He turned back around to Daizi, “I am sorry, my darling, I know you do not like being told you are beautiful, but you are beautiful, and I have believed it from the moment I saw you. I had never known grace until I saw you move, I never knew music until I heard you speak, and I never knew light or warmth until I sat beside you, beauty marches through your veins and conducts from your skin to mine, and I love you!”
Daizi took a half step back, her heart not quite pounding but doing more than fluttering. Everything was saying she had known he had felt, and she knew he was only saying it so emphatically in front of everyone because he was high, but it was hard to balance the love and embarrassment she felt. But then he took her face in his hands, and her knees went weak.
“I would brave a tempest only for a glimpse of your smile, and nobody understands, loving you is not like loving anyone else, because you are not like anyone else!” He gazed into her perfect, asymmetrical face. The shape of her lips, the curve of her nose, the crease between her eyebrows, he didn’t care what anyone else had told her or made her feel. They were all liars, he saw her, actually saw her, and she was lit from within.
Cooger leaned over to Lex, “He’s a poet, if you didn’t know.”
‘I am an acolyte to your divinity,” He lightly ran his thumb across her lips, “and I yearn for your sacramental wine.”
“It takes all he's got not to talk like this all the time,” Cooger added, keeping a close eye on his friend, “I feel like I should've brought a spray bottle, like people use for cats. Which you shouldn't do, actually, but he ain't a cat.”
Placing her hand over his, Daizi swallowed, entirely won over but fully aware they were being watched. Typically, they made little to no effort to hide how they felt for each other romantically, but he was treading a line that she was sure they didn't want to cross in front of friends and family, including their children. This was more emphatic than they ever typically were in front of people, “Goose…”
“I pray at your alter,” He said as though it were an oath, “and I--I--" He blinked, having lost whatever wind he had caught, "I think you're really really beautiful, and I like calling you beautiful, but I know you don't like it, so I don't, so I'm sorry for calling you beautiful in front of everyone," He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, and then dropped his hands shyly, for the first time realizing what he had just done, and he looked down at his shoes, "Ivy is beautiful, and you call Ivy beautiful, and Ivy looks like you. And I really love you. I want to kiss you but I think I probably can't consent when I'm like this."