For one minute, he lets himself go. For one minute, he slides his arms around her waist and pulls her against him, kisses her properly, feels what it'd be like to be able to hold her close and do this all the time.

And then he pulls away. Not abruptly but inexorably. He doesn't want to but knows that if he doesn't now, he never will. His hand finds the champagne bottle and he takes a drink, not looking at her and not speaking.