He doesn't know what to do with himself. Random's statement hits him like a ton of rose-coloured bricks, and all he can do is stare while, internally, every last one of his defences collapse like a house of cards folding slowly in on itself.

Christ.

He's really done it. He's really married me. This is really it, forever.

he's known for a long time. But in this moment, it feels so clear to him. Like every emotion he has for him is suddenly right there. He's never felt so utterly exposed. But it doesn't matter because he's with Random and they're together and it's OK. He can be whatever he wants, show every emotion, and the man won't walk away. He gave him a ring. He won't walk away.

He swallows, even whiter now. The tissue is tossed away and he slowly, carefully, (as though moving too fast might break this), he twines their fingers. All he can offer is a weak smile and a rather lame,

'First time for everything I suppose.'

Made an honest man out of me. Married me. Fucking hell.