"River," the Doctor finally sighed. "We're time travelers. We'll meet plenty of times. Loads, even. Just look into my eyes. Look close and tell me you'll let the universe die."
Rory was confused. Hopeful, but confused. His heart was being pulled all sorts of directions and he wasn't sure if he was still supposed to hold the Doctor back or not from touching River.
"Marry me," the Doctor dared River. He would have to kiss the bride, wouldn't he? "If you love me like you say you do, you'll marry me."
Rory slowly stepped back toward Steve. It seemed safer there.