Really, he hadn't answered directly because - he wasn't sure, himself, if he hoped it. He liked this fairytale idea of a married, family life - and he knew it could exist, if miracles like Ginger's parents could happen. But was he allowed to have that?
But Ginger's always like a breath of fresh air, and the rubbing hesitates. Committed for life... It's not a new vow, but he softens hearing it; his chest feels full. (A kiss isn't enough, he has to die for him,) )
... Yeah. ( He says this dumbly - he feels dumb, for answering so simply; Ginger's always so romantic with his words. He punctuates it, instead, with a kiss. ) You're - way more important than a ring, or a promise. I'll always care for... you, as you are.
( Not the institution; not the words, or exchanged gifts. )
... So I will wait. Every night. And if you ever want to propose for marriage... I'll wait a second time, too.
( And he lets the kiss linger here, deeply - and yet still a little flustered, a little clueless, not that much unlike his first try, like it's all still new.
Let the nights turn to months turn to years, if they want; he'd spend them all by Ginger's side, gladly.
He'll break it only when Ginger needs to breathe, but he seems reluctant even then, too. )
... It wasn't really, my parent's fault... that they ended up that way. But... um, even though I don't know what - I guess, a normal sort of life really looks like... ( Like, among couples, ) I do like thinking about what it'd be like, living with you. Like... when we were talking about sharing an apartment... that sort of thing.
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Really, he hadn't answered directly because - he wasn't sure, himself, if he hoped it. He liked this fairytale idea of a married, family life - and he knew it could exist, if miracles like Ginger's parents could happen. But was he allowed to have that?
But Ginger's always like a breath of fresh air, and the rubbing hesitates. Committed for life... It's not a new vow, but he softens hearing it; his chest feels full. (A kiss isn't enough, he has to die for him,) )
... Yeah. ( He says this dumbly - he feels dumb, for answering so simply; Ginger's always so romantic with his words. He punctuates it, instead, with a kiss. ) You're - way more important than a ring, or a promise. I'll always care for... you, as you are.
( Not the institution; not the words, or exchanged gifts. )
... So I will wait. Every night. And if you ever want to propose for marriage... I'll wait a second time, too.
( And he lets the kiss linger here, deeply - and yet still a little flustered, a little clueless, not that much unlike his first try, like it's all still new.
Let the nights turn to months turn to years, if they want; he'd spend them all by Ginger's side, gladly.
He'll break it only when Ginger needs to breathe, but he seems reluctant even then, too. )
... It wasn't really, my parent's fault... that they ended up that way. But... um, even though I don't know what - I guess, a normal sort of life really looks like... ( Like, among couples, ) I do like thinking about what it'd be like, living with you. Like... when we were talking about sharing an apartment... that sort of thing.