[ The gesture prompts a deep sense of satisfaction from Miles. God, ever since he'd figured out his own feelings about Gregor, he'd had much the same impulse every time he'd hopped up somewhere. Add that to the fact they've gone all day without kissing and he's more than a little enthusiastic about it. Distracted enough by Gregor's face (and mouth) that he doesn't notice the chain until the ring drops into place.
Then, quite abruptly, he stares at it. There's a part of him that's rather relieved that it's just a tracking ring and not, say, an engagement ring. For once in his life Miles isn't ready for a proposal. He turns the ring over in his hands, admiring the color scheme and craftsmanship even before he gets to the crest on the interior. Oh. That's ... A swell of feeling rises up in him, grateful and overwhelmed. ]
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Then, quite abruptly, he stares at it. There's a part of him that's rather relieved that it's just a tracking ring and not, say, an engagement ring. For once in his life Miles isn't ready for a proposal. He turns the ring over in his hands, admiring the color scheme and craftsmanship even before he gets to the crest on the interior. Oh. That's ... A swell of feeling rises up in him, grateful and overwhelmed. ]
It's beautiful, Gregor.