Kylo laughs. He can't quite help it— it overtakes him, building and building as he feels Ronan press closer and closer, until it bursts free.

"We're getting married," he agrees, pressing his smile into the warmth of Ronan's neck.

But it isn't enough. Suddenly, he's sweeping Ronan up into his arms, bundled up and held close to his chest. It's effortless, of course, but that's not why his heart is racing.

"I'm going to marry you," he confirms. "I'm going to be your husband. That's what you'll say, when they ask you who I am."