[even as she touches the ring, even as she leans in, Hank doesn't breathe. Logically, he knows what the answer is. There's no theatrics, no emotions getting out of hand - just the next step in their relationship, that technically speaking, they took a long time ago. All this was doing was following tradition, putting a name to what they were, and giving her a symbol of it all. Logically, he knows all that.
But he isn't thinking with his brain right now. No, his heart is in charge, and it feels like forever passes until she's touching him, leaning in - the press of her lips against his and the one word he knew he would hear but still feared he wouldn't.
He doesn't move away; instead, he lifts his other hand to her cheek, leaning in to kiss her a second time, soft and chaste, even though there's so much more behind it. Another promise made between them, for the rest of their lives.
He knows he's supposed to put the ring on her finger but he can't seem to stop kissing her]
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But he isn't thinking with his brain right now. No, his heart is in charge, and it feels like forever passes until she's touching him, leaning in - the press of her lips against his and the one word he knew he would hear but still feared he wouldn't.
He doesn't move away; instead, he lifts his other hand to her cheek, leaning in to kiss her a second time, soft and chaste, even though there's so much more behind it. Another promise made between them, for the rest of their lives.
He knows he's supposed to put the ring on her finger but he can't seem to stop kissing her]