Roger smiled. It had its moments like this, where he got to hold the prettiest girl in the room and tell everyone she was his. He didn't care what she was wearing. He just cared that she was here. "Lately, yeah," he said, arching an eyebrow as she settled into his arms. "It seems like I do need one. Like you're miles away. Wrapped up somewhere I can't follow you."
He tugged her closer and didn't let his hands wander, which was really hard, seeing as she was wearing tiny shorts. Instead he just reveled in having her close to him, pressing kisses against her hair. "I love you, Mandy," he murmured, forgetting anyone else in the world was there in the room but her. "So much."
He grinned when she said it wasn't so bad, and he felt a weird twinge of panic, like this was his moment. He could just pull it out of his pocket and put it on her finger. He could kiss her and ask if she wouldn't be his girlfriend anymore. Ask her to make him happy for the rest of his life. But... that wasn't Mandy. It was too public. And while he wanted the world to know how much he loved her, that he wanted her forever, she wouldn't. And he wanted a few quiet moments with her, before the reporters caught on and started taking pictures. He wanted a moment for them, not for everyone else. So he would wait, and have to ignore the phantom weight of the ring in his pocket.
"I knew you'd come around," he said instead, dipping down to brush a kiss against her lips.