"Scars."

Towa blinks a few times, once again taken by surprise, then looks at the ring. Now that he thinks about it, they do kind of look like scars. He looks back up at Ryō. "So we really are at the part where we support each other, huh?"

He smiles. "We are. And I had something I wanted to talk about, but..."

"You forgot it was a Roost night."

"Yeah. So I'll just wait up for you."

?

"When you reminded me, I rescheduled tomorrow morning's meetings. So we can sleep in."

"...I see."

"...anyway, I would not want to keep you."

He hooks a finger on the neck of Fujieda's shirt to pull him into another kiss, this one a lot less tender and family-friendly than the one before.

!!!!!!!

"We'll talk more tonight, then," he says, after he thinks he's sufficiently flustered Fujieda, then he goes back to work.

Fujieda turns back around towards the bar to have his drink, trying to will his ears to turn less red.

Towa's mood brightens considerably after that, despite himself. He's well and truly hooked, isn't he? He'd say he feels like a teenager except he never felt like this as a teenager. Maybe this is part of reclaiming their lost childhood, this giddy feeling you get when someone you like likes you back. Except he already knew Ryō liked him back, so what's new? The ring and public proposal were a bit over the top but Towa can relate to a flair for the dramatic, and he doesn't really think that's the main thing.

No, the main thing is that Ryō has had this ring since before they moved in together. He'd known Ryō was in love with him, obviously, and even though he didn't really say or even think it out loud he probably knew he loved Ryō right back.

But still.

Fujieda doesn't usually stay at the bar until it closes, since he typically has work in the morning and can't stay. Today is different, though, of course, and despite his visible increasing tiredness he sticks it out until Towa's shift is over.

"Yo," is how Towa lets him know that he's done.

Fujieda opens his eyes and blinks in surprise. Apparently he'd dozed off. "Is it time to go?"

Towa smirks a little bit when he notices Fujieda's confusion. "Yeah. I've already paid for your drinks."

"Oh, I'll—"

"No," he interrupts, rolling his eye. "Let's go."

"Let's," he agrees, standing up. He re-buttons his suit jacket, puts his suit coat on, and grabs his bag, before leading the way outside.

"One of these days I'm going to develop a suit kink," Towa observes to him as they leave.

"—pardon?"

He doesn't say anything, just keeps walking and waiting for Fujieda's brain to catch up.