Ray can't help but melt into the tender kiss, his eyes closing as their foreheads touch. If they could stay like this forever, he would have it, he would call himself a happy man and never emerge from whatever precious bubble this is. Sure, the world needs him, but for a moment, he just needs this.
"Well, patience of a saint I'm not so sure, but that temper..." He teases, whistling low as though it's something to be lauded. "But the thing is, I wouldn't have her any other way. Passionate and fiery and intelligent. Why I feel like I've pulled a star straight down from the sky and begged her to marry me. I'm just the luckiest man in the world that she said yes."
He laughs, a hand raising to cradle the side of her face, and he memorizes her features then, soaking in the very light of her if only so he can press a kiss to her forehead. "And I'll have her until the very day I die and turn into stardust myself. Nothing could bring me more joy than that."
He draws her other hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "That's a promise. I'm not so naive to think this place will let us stay forever. We've both got purposes greater than this moment, a plan set out for us whether we like it or not, but until that day, Allison Chestnut, I will not leave your side."
Ray smiles, warm and full and happy, because he'd never imagined this could happen. He never imagined he'd hold her again after that teary goodbye, never imagine that he could say the word wife again in the present tense. But here they are, two strange little stars trying desperately to find each other across the expanse of night and time.
"Now, I'll have a lot of questions, and I apologize for trying your patience, but I love you. Your family might take a little time, but all of this, everything you told me then and now, I love you for it. Don't you think otherwise. I don't think I got to say that proper before... well, when we said goodbye."
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"Well, patience of a saint I'm not so sure, but that temper..." He teases, whistling low as though it's something to be lauded. "But the thing is, I wouldn't have her any other way. Passionate and fiery and intelligent. Why I feel like I've pulled a star straight down from the sky and begged her to marry me. I'm just the luckiest man in the world that she said yes."
He laughs, a hand raising to cradle the side of her face, and he memorizes her features then, soaking in the very light of her if only so he can press a kiss to her forehead. "And I'll have her until the very day I die and turn into stardust myself. Nothing could bring me more joy than that."
He draws her other hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "That's a promise. I'm not so naive to think this place will let us stay forever. We've both got purposes greater than this moment, a plan set out for us whether we like it or not, but until that day, Allison Chestnut, I will not leave your side."
Ray smiles, warm and full and happy, because he'd never imagined this could happen. He never imagined he'd hold her again after that teary goodbye, never imagine that he could say the word wife again in the present tense. But here they are, two strange little stars trying desperately to find each other across the expanse of night and time.
"Now, I'll have a lot of questions, and I apologize for trying your patience, but I love you. Your family might take a little time, but all of this, everything you told me then and now, I love you for it. Don't you think otherwise. I don't think I got to say that proper before... well, when we said goodbye."