If Markus could capture this moment in a photo, just to keep it with him at all times, he would. His eyes hadn't even made it to the view yet, entirely focused on the boy who outshone every star in the sky in front of him. The boy holding his wrist. Holding onto him and seeming to forget he was. Eventually, he pulled his gaze away slowly, struggling to keep from looking back at Nikolas until he caught sight of the lake.
"Holy shit. It's like a paintin'." He murmured, taking half a step closer to the balcony, smiling. "Never seen anythin' quite like it." A lie, but he was still having his issues admitting it.