"It does," John agreed, for once content to just be quiet and drink in the sight for a while. "And here we are." He moved his hand from Bobby's hair, smoothing it down his back, to rest it on the railing, and was quiet once more before he nudged Bobby slightly with his elbow. "....We could always do Rome next month. Or Madrid. Or Berlin." Europe was so damn small in a way that most trips were about as difficult as taking the Amtrak between New York and D.C. - and with far better service, probably.
"I bought a postcard in the gift shop to send back to the family. Picked up a spare for you, if you need it." Shove a French stamp on the back and hey, one vaguely pleased sister would soon eventuate. If the international post wasn't crap.
While he was nervous, it wasn't the nerves delaying the proposal. He had planned to do it at the bar, after Bobby had given him his gift, but with the city spread out below them, and the view, and the light in Bobby's hair...."God, you look so gorgeous, sweetheart," John murmured, fishing around in his jacket pocket to ensure he could at least hold the ring. Would he propose then and there? Honestly, he simply didn't know.
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"I bought a postcard in the gift shop to send back to the family. Picked up a spare for you, if you need it." Shove a French stamp on the back and hey, one vaguely pleased sister would soon eventuate. If the international post wasn't crap.
While he was nervous, it wasn't the nerves delaying the proposal. He had planned to do it at the bar, after Bobby had given him his gift, but with the city spread out below them, and the view, and the light in Bobby's hair...."God, you look so gorgeous, sweetheart," John murmured, fishing around in his jacket pocket to ensure he could at least hold the ring. Would he propose then and there? Honestly, he simply didn't know.