After a couple of glasses of champagne, a belated delivery of John's Christmas present, (which paled in comparison to the one John had given him, but was still very well received) and some more admiration of the view from the top of the tower as night fell and the city lit up, Bobby had reluctantly agreed that it was probably time to head back to their hotel. He never wanted the day to end, but it was inevitable.

They stopped and grabbed a bite to eat before returning to their room, where Bobby flopped back on the bed that had been made while they were out, holding his hand up above his head so he could admire his new ring. "Did you have these custom made?" he asked, toeing his shoes off without sitting back up.