He was a traditional romantic, and while the shock of the whole event was still wearing off, Bobby knew he would treasure the memory forever, because it was exactly the sort of clichéd, ridiculously romantic gesture that he adored.

He smiled as he glanced down traced the abstract 'X' on John's ring, knowing there was no way that was by accident, and loving that little secret nod to who they were incorporated into even the rings. Then he looked back up at John and squeezed his hand. "I like it too," he murmured, and he was pretty sure his cheeks would be sore later because he hadn't stopped smiling since John had proposed, and he didn't see that changing anytime soon. "John and Bobby Drake." He swallowed, his own words echoing through his mind. "God, why does that sound so right?" he asked, breaking into another wide grin and then leaning over to kiss John again.