"But I do."

"You can."

"Are you being purposefully obtuse? With you."

He places a hand on the documents and pulls them closer to read them over.

Fujieda starts eating his food, then, before it gets even colder.

Towa scans the documents quickly then looks back up at Fujieda. "Okay."

"And there's the matter of your name. I know we talked about it before but you don't have to—"

"Fujieda."

?

"Towa. Fujieda Towa."

"You... really?"

"Yeah. Nothing to think about." He pushes the documents back over to Fujieda and takes a drag of his cig, all the way to the filter this time, then he presses its tip against the bottom of the ashtray and reaches into a pocket for another.

"It'll be really hard to change it later if you want to—"

"But I'll get to start calling you Ryō. And we'll be married."

!

"Y-you could've been calling me Ryō already... we've... I mean..."

Shrug. "Didn't feel right. Will take some getting used to."

"And, that would not, I mean I'm not saying, this isn't—"

"Is that what it takes to fluster you? I'm aware that none of these documents were marriage ones, you don't need to tell me."

"I—we've been together for, it hasn't really been that long—"

"And yet you were the one who had originally suggested that I use your name."

"Yes but I hadn't really though—you didn't want Takasato nor Sakuragi nor Murase—"

He twitches a bit at "Sakuragi" but gets over it quickly. "So are you saying you don't want to marry me?"

"I, no, that's not what I'm saying at all. I'm." He looks down at his trembling hands, interlaces his fingers together so he'll stop trembling, then looks back up at Towa. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Then. Yes. I'll marry you, Towa."