[He says it steadily, his eyes locked on Bruno's expression, terribly uncertain about his next few words.]
A little village like the one I've got at home . . . you come home with a kid and no ring, all of a sudden you got all kinds of rumors flying around you.
[It's not a proposal, not at all. Even if they had all the time in the world, it's far too soon in their relationship to be thinking about such things. But he murmurs that, because if they're going to be fantasizing about impossibly domestic things, he'll go the whole way.
The words tastes odd on his lips. Husband, not wife, and it feels clunky, like he's misspoken somehow. But . . . he runs his thumb over his left ring finger and amends that thought. It's more as if he's trying out a new word in a foreign language, uncertain of the shape of the syllables but willing to try.]
no subject
[He says it steadily, his eyes locked on Bruno's expression, terribly uncertain about his next few words.]
A little village like the one I've got at home . . . you come home with a kid and no ring, all of a sudden you got all kinds of rumors flying around you.
[It's not a proposal, not at all. Even if they had all the time in the world, it's far too soon in their relationship to be thinking about such things. But he murmurs that, because if they're going to be fantasizing about impossibly domestic things, he'll go the whole way.
The words tastes odd on his lips. Husband, not wife, and it feels clunky, like he's misspoken somehow. But . . . he runs his thumb over his left ring finger and amends that thought. It's more as if he's trying out a new word in a foreign language, uncertain of the shape of the syllables but willing to try.]