Veronica nodded, agreeing to that. They were each other's territory, and she was fine with that analogy. As long as it meant this man would always be in her life, she didn't care which he used precisely, though. In all ways, it meant he wouldn't leave-it would mark to others that Sam Winchester was HER Sam Winchester; and she was his. She loved that more than she could say. "You have a claim to me too, Sam. I want that. Both things. At once. I'm not exactly Shakespeare here, but...yes. I love the idea of us both having something to wear."
The timing question made her look out again at the view. Rolling hills, green trees, the shimmer of the coast in the distance...it was a nice way of distracting her for a moment from the truth of what he said. Other people. Why did other people have to get in the way? She thought of Logan and her heart tightened. She would have to tell him this, and she didn't know what he would think. But her telling him sooner rather than later would be important. He had to know. He couldn't just walk up and see her ring and have it not be known in advance. She owed that to him, at the very least. "It's the right time for us, and that's the important thing. We can figure out all the rest later. I want that something to hold onto, Sam. You have no idea how much darkness and general terribleness I could get through knowing there's this light for me. For us. I wouldn't want you NOT to have that too." She reached up a hand to finger the tree necklace she had given him so long ago.
His mischievous smile and jokey tone made her laugh, though she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Maybe a tattoo isn't a bad idea anyway. Matching ones. Forever." She said, tracing the tattoo on his chest below his shirt. She didn't need to see it to be able to know every inch of it. She had every bit of him memorized. "No mixed messages from me. Only one message-Sam Winchester, you're my person and I am yours."
She let her lips linger on his for a long moment before finally pulling back and settling on her feet, turning away so she could get a good look at the ring. When she opened the box, the tears started again, though softer this time. She put a hand to her mouth, hardly able to speak. After a moment, she cleared her throat, trying to put it in words. "It's beautiful, Sam. And perfect. I love it." She turned back to him, holding out the box for him.