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[He responds to that smile before he even knows what it is he's responding to, before the words have time to permeate. It grounds his feet, gently presses the tension out of his shoulders, loosens the muscles around his eyes. Before he knows it, he's smiling, too, at first wondering like a child, and then bright and delighted and irrepressible.]

Yes.

[Yes to all of it. Yes to her. Biting his smile a little, eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses, he lifts her hands up to hide his face behind them, peeking at her over her ring.]

Christ, Meridiana, I love you... [So much, he could eat a dictionary and never have the words. He ducks behind her hands completely, then kisses her fingers, lets go so he can brush her hair back again and kiss her forehead.] I love you.

[He touches his forehead to hers a moment, lets the understanding between them settle and grow roots all around, keep them safe. When he feels it, he kisses her softly, gratefully.

Whatever--wherever--they build, it'll take something of him and something of her. Covalent bonds: that's something in science, isn't it?

'Besides, it needn't be a waltz just like I remember. One that's half mine and half yours would suit just as well...don't you think?'

'Well. Maybe three fourths yours and a quarter mine till we establish I know what I'm doing a little.'

He keeps smiling, feeling right--in place, safe, loved--all the way down to his toes.]

If you wanted to get married this literal second I probably wouldn't say no.

We've not yet buried the past yet.

[And maybe they won't, not for a long time. Maybe they won't do it here. Maybe they won't do it consciously, or by any sort of design. But one way or another, they'll lay the past to rest, and there'll be a future waiting when they do; that's something they can both believe in.

And so she leans up softly, kissing him, and murmurs like a secret against his mouth: ]

But say "I do", anyway, just for me. Because I do, too.

[He breathes in her words and lets out something between a sigh and a silent laugh. Something in his chest rolls over, like the sensation of a fall while knowing he's safe, safe, caught up by arms that love him.

In her same murmur, with the same earnest urgency, Dave says:]

I do.

[It rolls through him to say it, a shudder except good. He swallows, then smiles, wide and a little crooked because it's a smile he can't help.]

"Happily ever after." [He whispers it, moves down so his eyelashes brush against her cheek and he can nuzzle her jaw.] Where doing this, man.

Mmhmm. Just so...

[She doesn't open her eyes. She doesn't need to, not when it's so much better to feel him close and lean into the comfort of it and relish the sensation of her own smile starting to blossom on her own expression.]

Where making this "hapen".

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