By the end of Arthur's reciting, Crichton has his hand in almost a death grip out of sheer enthusiastic love. And, if those sniffles throughout didn't give away his tears already, the fact that he can barely get a full sentence out after will make it crystal clear.

"A-Arthur... that was... no one's ever..." Frell it! He crashes his lips into Arthur's for another passionate kiss since that won't fail him the way words have.