[What ring? he wonders for a moment, then sucks in a breath when he realizes what she means.
He'd kept it. He hadn't known what it was, but the ring's always been a comfortable weight in his pocket, one of the few things that he kept secret. (Would we still remember each other?)]
Gods, I--I was going to marry you, wasn't I? [It's all he can do not to break down, with all the memories flooding in and fitting into place.]
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He'd kept it. He hadn't known what it was, but the ring's always been a comfortable weight in his pocket, one of the few things that he kept secret. (Would we still remember each other?)]
Gods, I--I was going to marry you, wasn't I? [It's all he can do not to break down, with all the memories flooding in and fitting into place.]