*takes in a deep breath and tries to convince himself that this makes sense, of course you want to discuss it more before you say yes, real non-movie non-soap people usually do(?)*
*nods once, stiffly, his color still high* No, I. I guess not? If you'd rather not. I just thought. *stares down into his water glass and chews his lip* *abruptly, remembering the velvet box still sitting innocuously before you* It's yours. Till you—until you don't want it, if you don't. Which is okay. If you don't. Please want it you say you do why do we have to talk about it? *clarifies* The ring. It's yours.