[Barry watches Lup slip the ring onto his finger with a familiar lump in his throat, the symbolism hitting him like a truck. Elves don't really have the sort of marriage ceremony Barry is used to from home - home, way back when, god how long has it been since he went to a good old temple wedding - but he's told Lup about all the weddings he went to and how his mother kept her wedding ring for years and years after his father passed, she knows how much it means to him.
Kissing his knuckles is just icing on the cake. Barry laughs, a wet little sound, and he tries to hold the tears back.]
Gosh, Lup, y-you're gonna make a man blush doin' stuff like that.
[Of course it fits perfectly. He admires the band around his finger, how the light plays off of the bright silver. How good his hand looks in hers.]
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Kissing his knuckles is just icing on the cake. Barry laughs, a wet little sound, and he tries to hold the tears back.]
Gosh, Lup, y-you're gonna make a man blush doin' stuff like that.
[Of course it fits perfectly. He admires the band around his finger, how the light plays off of the bright silver. How good his hand looks in hers.]
Love ya, Lup. Thank you.