Surprising Val with front row tickets to Chappell Roan, he jumps for joy and jumps in to your arms, wrapping them around your neck as you plant gentle, loving kiss on his lips. He eases back just enough to look at you, his eyes wide and sparkling with a joy so pure it could light up the entire room. His fingers trace the lettering on the tickets as if to confirm they're real, a breathless laugh escaping him. "Front row? You actually got front row?" His words tumble out in a rush of pure, unadulterated excitement. "We have to plan our outfits! I'm thinking glitter, rhinestones, maybe even a boa. We’re going to sing Red Wine Supernova at the top of our lungs!" A warmth spreads through your chest, fuller and brighter than any stage light. This was the reason for all the secret saving and the frantic refreshing of the webpage. Seeing him this happy, this utterly alight with anticipation, was a better reward than any encore.