Ephemera watches the proceedings with what's probably a very stupid look on his face, confusion and eagerness all wrapped into one because he does want to help Drake, in whatever way he can, but isn't sure why that help involves getting down on one knee —
Oh. Oh.
"You want me to marry you," Ephemera blurts out, entirely too surprised to hide it. Looking back on it later, he'll find the reaction strange. They'd already talked about going to meet Drake's mom, so why would this be a such a stretch? But marriage was always something that happened to other people, with different lives, and before Drake there hadn't been anyone Ephemera had expected to stick around for more than a few days. Only his squad, and that had been a different sort of love. No less important, but different. It hadn't been a consideration in his life. There hadn't been room for it.
But then there was Drake, who was himself in all ways, and it was different. The life they have now is different. But there must have been a switch somewhere in Ephemera's brain that hadn't managed to make the jump until now, because Drake's down on one knee, holding a ring, and Ephemera's been staring at him wide-eyed for probably too long.
Can't leave him hanging now. That wouldn't be right.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll marry you." Ephemera clears his throat. "I mean. Since you asked so nice."
Better to joke than start crying, right? He shakes his head and reaches out, taking the ring in one hand and putting his other on Drake's shoulder. The ring fits like a charm. It's got a nice design too, Ephemera realizes. Infinity.
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Oh. Oh.
"You want me to marry you," Ephemera blurts out, entirely too surprised to hide it. Looking back on it later, he'll find the reaction strange. They'd already talked about going to meet Drake's mom, so why would this be a such a stretch? But marriage was always something that happened to other people, with different lives, and before Drake there hadn't been anyone Ephemera had expected to stick around for more than a few days. Only his squad, and that had been a different sort of love. No less important, but different. It hadn't been a consideration in his life. There hadn't been room for it.
But then there was Drake, who was himself in all ways, and it was different. The life they have now is different. But there must have been a switch somewhere in Ephemera's brain that hadn't managed to make the jump until now, because Drake's down on one knee, holding a ring, and Ephemera's been staring at him wide-eyed for probably too long.
Can't leave him hanging now. That wouldn't be right.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll marry you." Ephemera clears his throat. "I mean. Since you asked so nice."
Better to joke than start crying, right? He shakes his head and reaches out, taking the ring in one hand and putting his other on Drake's shoulder. The ring fits like a charm. It's got a nice design too, Ephemera realizes. Infinity.
Yeah. That's them.