Loving Robby is like loving a sighted hare, Jack has learned. Skittish, nervy, prone to flee at the first hint of danger. Jack has built their entire relationship around that fact.
He never asked him out, the first time they kissed he just. Let it happen. Made it clear he was happy and then, later, subtly dropped into conversation that he wouldn’t be seeing anyone else and held his breath until Robby hummed an agreement.
When he wanted to live together Jack just quietly moved his things into Robby’s house piece by piece until Robby mumbled something about splitting bills and asked Jack how much his apartment sold for.
Marriage has been trickier. He’s taken off his old ring, that lives with his wife’s picture on the mantelpiece where Robby had set it up for him one day out of the blue. But how does one get married without ever…drawing attention to the other person. He’s been agonising over it for weeks.
He’s been agonising over it at the park this evening, he and Robby sharing a bench, shoulders pressing in the evening sun and bellies full of a nice dinner and ice cream. He’s agonising, right up until Robby’s knee hits the dirt in front of him.
His voice is a little hoarse, a little wobbly, when he tells Jack that he loves him, he wants to marry him and he hopes he says yes soon because he’s old and his knees hurt. He’s holding a ring, matte brushed gold and still catching the light.
Jack hauls him into a kiss while he’s still speaking, muttering his yes over and over. They’re both laughing and maybe crying a bit and there’s a very nice teenage girl who tells them that she got the whole thing on video, if they’d like it.
So they’re engaged, because Robby asked. Robby even apologised, quietly in the dark, that Jack had done all the heavy lifting until now.
Jack isn’t sure this is the end of Robby’s tendency to run. He does think though, that maybe Robby won’t run from him.