No, she didn't, and Tony grinned but still murmured, "Good morning," in reply. The colour was spreading across the sky, purple and pink then orange and red before the first shimmering sliver of the sun arced over the gently rolling sea, and Tony realized this was the second time in a row-- if leeway was given for the months they hadn't seen each other at all in between-- he had actually spent the night with her, and they were both still present, together, to greet the morning. Of course, it was only half a step; neither of them had slept, there hadn't been much chance given to sneak away before this dawn, but it was a meaningful one to Tony. If they could do this, maybe he could sleep through the night and not dread opening his eyes to find her gone.
He knew that wasn't fair. He was the one that was always slipping out before she had the chance to take the initiative and leave him, but it wasn't something he was comfortable risking. It would take some kind of promise, from both of them, to say, 'I'll still be there'. Especially now. What was the lesson, in Rumiko's story, about not taking the chances you had?
"Ray..." he started, then "Raven," better. "Do you think," because it was just a question, "you might consider," it took a lot of thought, after all, "maybe," either way, "one day," not right now, no rush, "marrying me?"