In the dream, Ronan leans in to Kylo's touch. He's had this one before. He's not sure how many times. Never with the real Kylo there to witness it, of course, and if he could, he'd draw a curtain over the scene and block it from Kylo's view right now.

Recently it occurred to Ronan that his father never asked this question, either. His mother did not exist before she was Niall Lynch's wife. She had no other desires, no dreams of her own. She would never imagine a life different from the one her husband gave her. That must have been a lot easier than falling in love with a human. Ronan, like an idiot, keeps doing it over and over, and losing every single one.

He sinks to one knee, holding Kylo's gaze. "Don't answer me here," Ronan tells him, warning away the dream, which would give him everything and nothing at all. He draws Kylo's hand from his cheek and holds it instead, lips brushing over his knuckles. "I want you to choose me. I want the life we have together to be the rest of my life. I want everyone to know that I'm yours and you're mine."

The ring, behaving in the typical way of dreams, is already on Kylo's finger when Ronan clasps his hand and kisses it again. This time, it's coming back with him.

As the boundary between one reality and the other dissolves around them, Ronan whispers the question into Kylo's mind:

"Will you marry me?"