No matter how expected it was, it still warmed Trowa inside to hear his love say those words. As Quatre finished, the minister handed off the rings. The blond’s came first - a simple, shining golden band. Save for a few ornate details, it was relatively ordinary, in Trowa’s eyes. It certainly didn’t seem like much, but he recalled from long ago how Quatre’s eyes had followed it as they passed by it in a store. Perhaps the blond didn’t realize his partner was watching, but subtlety was a specialty for Trowa. And, when it came to the man he loved, he forgot nothing.

No other piece of jewelry had ever held Quatre’s attention in such a way, before or since. So when the time came to propose, Trowa knew no other band would do. He spared no effort or expense in tracking it down, even if only to set those beloved eyes alight with joy.

The taller man examined the item fondly for just a moment before sliding it gently onto the blond’s slender ring finger - a perfect fit. His eyes then returned to Quatre’s. While Trowa was sure the expression on his face didn’t reflect a fraction of the happiness in his heart, surely his eyes did.