Thomas glanced at Lena, his eyes raised up. He didn't notice Victor sneak past him, returning to Kat's side because for some reason his girlfriend was kneeling. No no, she was going down on one knee, and then-
"Thomas Julian Kemp," Lena said, a goofy look on her face, "will you marry me?"
And all of a sudden his heart was in his throat. His belly filled with butterflies. Around him, the smiling faces of his family and friends waited expectantly. He remembered to breathe somewhere around the forty-five second mark, and then he realised that he was the one who was supposed to break it.
"I-" They were all here for him. Everyone was staring at him. The banner read 'congratulations' and Thomas was pretty sure he was about to burst into tears. He wasn't the one who got engaged. He was the one who had fucked up his life so he got to watch as all his friends paired off one by one and he went through it all alone and only slightly bitter about it. And now there was a beautiful, wonderful woman offering to spend her life with him and it was just a little bit overwhelming. It didn't help that Thomas knew life with him wasn't going to be a cake walk. He was going to develop Huntington's and deteriorate and Lena was kneeling there on the floor, asking if she could be there for it.
"I don't deserve you," he finally settled on, wiping madly at his eyes. "But that doesn't mean no. Of course I will."
Lena jumped up then, grinning madly. "Don't be dumb," she giggled. "You totally deserve me, and I'm awesome so I don't say that lightly." And then she launched herself into his arms to cover his face in kisses as he laughed delightedly.