“Good,” Nathan huffed relief, inching closer to Sasha, their breath mingling as their faces neared, “I was just…scared you’d take it wrong. Should’ve known better. But just to drive home how much I willwant it when I’m ready,” Nathan gripped Sasha’s hand tightly, “and don’t get all girly over this or anything, but…” He couldn’t say any more, couldn’t actually say it, whatever words might have come to him, so he just did what he had intended to do from the moment they came upstairs, from the moment the war ended.
He slipped his necklace over his head, removed his father’s wedding ring from the chain, and fit it onto the ring-finger of Sasha’s left hand.
Well, he tried. Sasha still being somewhat transformed and having claws instead of actual fingers got the ring stuck on the first taloned knuckle.
“God damn it,” Nathan grumbled, flicking his eyes up at Sasha with a scowl, “way to ruin the moment, man.”