Ted tries not to feel self-conscious, as he feels remarkably average next to Joan, but she doesn't seem to mind, and as long as she's happy, he's happy.

He tugs the cardigan off her and tosses it onto a dresser. (He doesn't care about his own clothes, but he's definitely not tossing hers on the floor if he can avoid it.) Then he takes a moment to pull back and just look at her for a moment. All flushed and slightly disheveled, and looking up at him like that.

"You're amazing, you know that? And gorgeous. And wonderful," he says quietly, voice coming from deep in his chest. Looking at her with reverence and admiration.