They put it on Chuck's hand together and Raleigh's pretty sure he's going to cry.

"Thought you'd like it."

He'd picked it out special, saved up everything he could get his hands on, worked his ass off for it.

He reaches for Chuck's hand, rubs his thumb over skin and metal, presses his lips together. He's clinging, desperate, afraid, horribly in love and the words tumble out and he can't stop himself.

"I love you, Chuck -- please, marry me."