Henry's eyes narrowed as Gabriella sat beside him. He'd expected tears, expected that his fiancee would be dismayed or furious with him. Those responses would have made more sense and Henry was far more prepared for anger or sadness than he was for this unnervingly calm resignation that was Gabriella's response. Suddenly full of nervous energy, Henry twisted the magazine she had given him into a tight roll, his hands unable to stay still.
"You know that's not true, sweetheart-- how can you even think it?" He shook his head, neither completely believing or understanding her words. "Of course I love you and of course I want to marry you. I would not have announced it to the entire world if I had any hesitation or doubts!"
He tapped the delivered box with the end of the rolled-up magazine. "That's why I don't ever want to see this sort of thing again. I used to have them sent on to Charles, but now it's to Anthony, as the only bachelor left in the band."
"What do you want? Another vacation, more gifts? Of course I want you."