cronut

oceanic

He had found something. As the rustling of papers behind him faded into background noise, he had picked up that frame to hold in both hands -- and seen the small, dark box behind it. He recognized that box. Zack had presented it to him with such seriousness tempering his excitement, a secret that he'd been keeping with much difficulty since the Golden Saucer. He remembered watching it click open and thinking Zack was going to propose to him, damn that bitch for interfering.