Mike & Kori
"Prettiest," Mike repeated, holding her close. "Stunning-est. Sweetest. Best... Est."
Silly words. Words that really didn't even come close. Kori had always been the best of a lot of things to him; that was why he'd tried proposing in the first place, realizing he'd never be able to say it any other way. There had been no other option for Mike -- a thing he'd known more truly than anything else in his whole life. Natural skeptics didn't hold too many strong beliefs. Mike had always believed in Kori.
When she put her head on his shoulder, it was simultaneously so familiar and so frightening and so new that Mike didn't know what to say. Instead he simply leaned his head against hers, running his good hand clumsily along her back. This was everything he'd hoped for, everything he'd wanted -- and now it was happening, and his mind was racing, and it didn't even seem to matter that he was still tipsy enough to be humming under his breath, unsteady on his feet even as she propped herself against him.
"I missed you," he repeated, voice thick. "Kori, baby."