Ronan is so beautiful to watch in moments like this it makes him ache. And yet this bright, soaring joy they've sparked within eachother against all odds, despite all the reasons it should never have been allowed to happen— it belongs to both of them. He feels strangely radiant himself, here in the safety of their sanctuary. "Your fiancé," he echoes, feeling the impossible delight of it surge through his words and out, where Ronan hears and reflects it back. "Mm. I do. Ronan Lynch. My fiancé. My promised, my betrothed."

He smiles, leaning in to kiss him softly.

"My husband-to-be."