“When I was a kid, I met a boy with antlers and bright red hair. He told me that in order to be best friends we’d have to get married one day. I foolishly took that promise, but now that we are old enough I intend to carry out my end. I could go on and be sappy, but-”
Fitz grabbed the ring out of his hand and put it on his finger, admiring it.
“Uh? So.. Is that a yes?”
“Oh- Shit, uh of course!”
“Yes! I mean- that’s cool.”
“Yeah, totally chill.”












