[ He-- stares. For a few seconds longer then necessary.
Then he sags with relief when it finally registers that she said yes, because for a second there he thought she would seriously phaselock him out of shock or surprise or something, and that would've been about the most embarrassing thing that could've happened.
(Actually, the most embarrassing thing would've been if she had straight up laughed in his face and said no. He's not sure what he would've done if that had happened. (Cry like a three-year-old with a skinned knee, probably.))
But his grin matches hers, and he laughs a little, despite it all -- a weird, giddy noise that he isn't quite sure he's ever made before or ever will again. And before he knows it, he's slipping the ring on her finger.
(It's not quite right, unfortunately -- just a smidgen too big, but it can be fixed.)
And since he's pretty much barfed out all of the words he could think of in those last few minutes, he skips the thank yous (thank you, thank you, thank you), skips the holy fucking shit, are you for real? You said yes?, skips the I'm the luckiest fucking bastard ever, and goes straight to the kissing.
The kissing, at least, he can manage well enough. ]
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Then he sags with relief when it finally registers that she said yes, because for a second there he thought she would seriously phaselock him out of shock or surprise or something, and that would've been about the most embarrassing thing that could've happened.
(Actually, the most embarrassing thing would've been if she had straight up laughed in his face and said no. He's not sure what he would've done if that had happened. (Cry like a three-year-old with a skinned knee, probably.))
But his grin matches hers, and he laughs a little, despite it all -- a weird, giddy noise that he isn't quite sure he's ever made before or ever will again. And before he knows it, he's slipping the ring on her finger.
(It's not quite right, unfortunately -- just a smidgen too big, but it can be fixed.)
And since he's pretty much barfed out all of the words he could think of in those last few minutes, he skips the thank yous (thank you, thank you, thank you), skips the holy fucking shit, are you for real? You said yes?, skips the I'm the luckiest fucking bastard ever, and goes straight to the kissing.
The kissing, at least, he can manage well enough. ]