Normally, it's when he's done a hell of a good job that Theo rejoices so much about his performance when he deprives his bed partner of every word that could explain what he's just experienced that gives him such great and deep satisfaction, but it seems that he no longer needs to be always in control to feel such euphoria.
It was quite the opposite today, yet he still feels so damn good and happy, not to mention this feeling of well-being that invades his whole being each time he looks at the boy with the long locks as white as snow itself that reach his hip and the gray eyes that send sparks. He feels more than alive.