[The ring still didn't fit, if barely, and Jack had carefully hidden it from Savio before they'd left for the afternoon. The leather cord worked well to keep it around his neck, but it really didn't play nicely with a suit. even one that he'd casually elected not to wear a tie with.
He didn't expect, then, to feel it nestles into his hand when he opened it, still watching Elizabeth, caught up in the silent spectacle unfolding in front of them. A wedding was such a thing without the music, the chatter, even the rustle of fabric or the hush of bated breath. In absolute silence, every movement was vivid, every expression a flickering record of emotion, and he was almost too entranced by the drama unfolding in front of them to glance down and see the flash of gold, faintly scuffed around the edges. And cheesy as it is, in that moment, it all makes a little sense. This is what Eugene wants. These looks. This thing of space and touch and undivided attention.
He swallows down what most definitely are not tears, closing his hand tightly around the ring and tapping out his response on Eugene's palm.]
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He didn't expect, then, to feel it nestles into his hand when he opened it, still watching Elizabeth, caught up in the silent spectacle unfolding in front of them. A wedding was such a thing without the music, the chatter, even the rustle of fabric or the hush of bated breath. In absolute silence, every movement was vivid, every expression a flickering record of emotion, and he was almost too entranced by the drama unfolding in front of them to glance down and see the flash of gold, faintly scuffed around the edges. And cheesy as it is, in that moment, it all makes a little sense. This is what Eugene wants. These looks. This thing of space and touch and undivided attention.
He swallows down what most definitely are not tears, closing his hand tightly around the ring and tapping out his response on Eugene's palm.]
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