*dutifully settles and lets you tuck him back in* *can't bring himself to be too annoyed with the mother-henning, not when you're smiling and he hasn't felt hope like this (you won't be alone) in what must be forever*
*with more energy than he's evinced all day* But you're going to say yes, right? You keep telling me he's a great guy, and loaded to boot, and he lives on the beach, for crying out loud. *catches your hand and squeezes it in lieu of a hug, his voice dropping only to spare his throbbing head* Say yes. I mean, once I dole out the 'ppropriate threats and all. *shivers with an ugly chill but doesn't let go of your hand* Say yes?