21st_sacrament | ITP: silly proposal fic

He doesn't get down on one knee or open up a box. He's a little old fashioned, yeah, but that's just not them. It's been over ten years and it seems so simple to uncurl one of Henry's hands when he's resting with his back against his chest, lower body settled between his legs. The ring is placed in the palm of his hand before Alex places his arms back around his waist.

Henry is quiet, looking at the simple gold band.

"...how did you know my ring size?"

"Henry."

His face smushes itself in the back of his head.

He continues, in this contemplative voice, "I don't even own any jewelery."

"You're killing me here, you know that, right."

His voice is muffled in his hair but he can tell Henry is laughing silently, his shoulders shaking underneath him.

"You wouldn't have asked me like this if you thought I would say no."

Alex looks up at that, mouth opening because Henry is teasing him and of all the times--

Oh.

There's a faint glint of light from the band when Henry holds his hand up and flexes his fingers at him. Without thinking he wraps himself around Henry tighter, bringing himself closer, to the point where he's pretty sure if he could bury himself under Henry's skin he would (he never really got over that tiny co-dependence phase, shut up).

Henry sinks back into him, breathing slow and calm.