A slightly shy smile appeared on his face when she asked if he really wanted to marry her. "Yeah," he nodded, ignoring the gathering moisture in his eyes when he looked at her. It was just the draft from the windows. He really should get that fixed soon. "I'm not really the marrying kind, but I do. I want to marry you and share my life with you and have little coffee and cream colored babies with you."

The fantasy of all that swam in his head, and that probably went a long way towards making him trust what she was saying to him. "The only thing that's stopping me is all the hate they'd have in their life because they'd happen to be ours. All the names they'd be called... It's not fair to them, they wouldn't have a choice."

An idea suddenly struck him, and he turned around to rummage through the drawer of his nightstand. Not finding what he was looking for, he upended it over the bed, digging through plectrums, condoms, his old dog tags and an assortment of other paraphernalia. He grinned triumphantly when he found what he was looking for, then turned back to her and put the simple gold band in her hand. "It was my brother's. Maybe we can't be married officially, but would you do it unofficially? Right now? You can wear it in a chain around your neck or something so no one will notice, but we'll know that in every way that counts, we're married. Fuck what the rest of the world knows if we know, right?"