"Yeah, I think I'm ready for bed. You wore me out, and I'm not pacing anymore about how I plan to propose to you." He sat up slowly and grabbed his shirt from the floor, then picked up his guitar and replaced it on its stand. He saw the discarded jewelry box on the table, and just decided to leave it there. She had the ring and it wasn't needed anymore. "Are you going to tuck me in and read me a story?"