"The box is really small," he told him, shaking his head a little. "I don't think that I could fit a severed head in there unless I shrunk it down. It's not a severed head, though, I promise." He might have a penchant for random gifts, but he'd yet to give him something that macabre and doubted he was going to ever have a reason to do such a thing. Too messy, anyway.
He watched Ric in the quiet of the night, trying to see what his reaction was, gauging the silence and trying to decipher what it meant. When he mentioned not having a ring for him, Toby smiled and shook his head. "I don't have to have a ring," he told him. "I'm happy to just have you." And he was. Terribly happy. Maybe their relationship wasn't all fluffy like many relationships could be, but it was perfect for them and Toby couldn't imagine his life without the man.
He knew they couldn't actually get married, at least not legally, not yet, but that didn't mean that he didn't want Ric to know that he wanted to. "I love you," he told him, as if the man didn't already know that. "And that ring isn't going to change anything about the way we are but it does symbolize the fact that I can't imagine my life without you and I don't want to."