[ Oh - no. Wait! Did Makoto misunderstand. Oh, shit. Oops. He looks earnest. Determined. And maybe the timing was much worse than he thought it would be. It just seemed -- well, it's fine. He's asked. It's good now. He shifts, moving to kneel down beside Makoto's chair, box in hand with the rings. ]
no subject
That's exactly what I'm doing.
[ Is this -- better? ]
Will you marry me?