Pancakes? He huffed out a breath even if the insinuation had him pausing for a moment to picture the Western dish and how much he enjoyed it. Sam knew how to make them just right every single time. After a moment, he shook his head, reaching behind him for a box he placed on the bed before he straddled Sam. "If you would be quiet you'll know what I'm doing," he started and then pressed his lips together.
"I just - have a speech or had. I kind of - slipped my mind completely now but you tend to do that to me. You pull me out of my head and make me focus on things more in the present and -" He shook his head, opening the box to first pull out a red string.
"There is a belief in the red string of fate and how it ties us together, specifically two people in love and meant for each other." Pausing, he reached for Sam's ring finger to tie the string around the tip, holding up the end of the string with a soft smile.
"I never believed I wanted to be tied to someone again but you, Samuel Wilson make me have hope in so many things. You make me feel so many things." Reaching for the ring out of the box, he held it at the end of the string, waiting. "To that end - Sam, will you marry me?"
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"I just - have a speech or had. I kind of - slipped my mind completely now but you tend to do that to me. You pull me out of my head and make me focus on things more in the present and -" He shook his head, opening the box to first pull out a red string.
"There is a belief in the red string of fate and how it ties us together, specifically two people in love and meant for each other." Pausing, he reached for Sam's ring finger to tie the string around the tip, holding up the end of the string with a soft smile.
"I never believed I wanted to be tied to someone again but you, Samuel Wilson make me have hope in so many things. You make me feel so many things." Reaching for the ring out of the box, he held it at the end of the string, waiting. "To that end - Sam, will you marry me?"