Max Mayfield & Stiles Stilinski
"A raccoon?" He blinked. He would have been more surprised if this wasn't Madison Valley, though. This place had kind of broken the rules on 'strange.'
"Well damn," he said with a smile. "And I didn't even bring a ring. Guess they'll have to be happy with the gum in my pocket. Maybe I can make it go into the shape of a ring."
Stiles had considered proposing to Kate when she'd been here, but they'd never gotten quite that far. It was a sadness that was an ache now, instead of a sharp jab in the heart.
"Well, I go by 'Stiles' because my real name is too hard to pronounce (and spell), my best friend is a werewolf, my first girlfriend was a werecoyote, I've been possessed by a Nogitsune, and I'm joining the FBI back home. How about you?"