Ossie of course is already there when Giles holds his hand out- it just tickles him to see Giles mince about like that. The hand helping him get into the hot tub gets kissed, and... well, it's just perfect, isn't it?

The love of his life, his love's love, the cottage and the pleasure of warm water, a pleasant buzz, pride- it's as perfect as this ship can ever get. He only hopes that one day he'll get this away from here, too. A strong scent of roses catches on the artificial breeze, and Ossie settles in on one side of Giles, cheek to his chest.