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It had to be hours later when we returned to the seemingly endless hallway outside my bedroom door. Khan's manner was even more jovial as he held tight to both of my hands, both of us laughing and grinning, stumbling over each other's feet, drunk with such indescribable feeling, the kind that could only be inspired after so  perfect a night. Khan had taken me to just about every inch of his beloved ship, tugging me along after him, darting from one place to the next, talking impossibly fast and excited, about the Vengeance's  intricate infrastructure, the overall design, pointing out features to me, exulting in the ambiance he had created. He