Apartment Above The Boards, Tuesday Late Afternoon

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Spring was here and Ino was celebrating by having pried all the windows open and having spent the day indulging in a good bit of deep cleaning. It was amazing the amount of fur that got into things despite that they kept fairly on top of the cleaning usually.

Ino knew she could've asked Zack to help out but, well, she loved Zack and all but it was much easier to clean most things when he wasn't around.

But now, content in her work well done, and the lemony freshness that reminded her of all that work, Ino was lounging on their couch, the radio on, and just relaxing.

There was nothing better than relaxing in a clean place.

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Once Zack caught his breath again, because heck, that had been a good laugh, he looked at Ino thoughtfully, still smiling.

"So... what would you say if I were to ask? I mean. Hypothetically."

Sure. Totally a hypothetical.

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She reached out one hand for him, smiling, though her gaze was serious.

“Hypothetically, I’d say that there’s a lot to talk ‘bout, ‘bout livin’ and dyin’ and worlds and jobs and timelines,” she said earnestly. “But that I’d still say yes.”

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He reached to take her hand, walking over and standing in front of where she was sitting on the couch. Huh. His mouth was dry. That was... weird. And new. And not... not bad? Probably?

"And... what order would you rather we did all that in? Hypothetically?"

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Hypothetically, her ass.

“If we were the prudent sort,” she said, staring up at him, “we’d take our time and talk things out all first.”

Ino took a breath that was a little more shuddery than she’d care to admit. “But I’ve always preferred bein’ a little reckless.”

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Reckless. Okay.

Okay.

Zack could be reckless. He could be. He'd been carrying that ring around in his pocket beyond death itself waiting for the right moment, and now there was a chance they could lose her instead, and he barely even realized that he was shifting his weight to get down on one knee until he was down on one knee, and the little box with the ring in it wasn't in his pocket, it was in his hand.

Oh gods. Oh gods. Okay.

Okay.

"Well... then, would you, not hypothetically, marry me?"

After this conversation ended, he was certain he was going to faint.

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That… that was a whole lot of reckless that she hadn't expected. She'd known where the conversation was going and she figured that, sure, this was good, they'd get it clear now and sometime down the line he'd pop the question, or if she got impatient with him, she'd do it.

But she genuinely hadn't expected any of this. Not right now. Not right here.

Not him going down on one knee. Not the ring.

She tore her eyes off of it, to stare at him, eyes wide and wondering and—he needed an answer, didn't he?

He probably needed an answer.

It took her another moment to find the words.

"You're my most precious person," she said softly. "Yes."

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Zack wasn't sure he could find words. He was trying! He was trying. But for some reason, words were escaping him, here. So he reached for her hand to put the ring on her finger, and wow, his own hands were shaking, though he was pretty sure it was with excitement? He'd stopped breathing, that was not helping the situation any. Breathing was important. But if he exhaled, he'd start babbling, and he wanted to at least have this moment be as perfect as it could be without him Zacking it up.

He was not going to fumble the ring, he was not going to fumble the ring.

"I love you so much," he murmured, because by some miracle he hadn't fumbled the ring, and so now he was allowed to do things like breathe again. "And I intend to show you that for the rest of our lives."

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Her hands were shaking too, it must have been something in the air, because this… this was something she'd never quite hoped for, honestly, given their jobs.

But it was something she'd wanted. So badly.

"I'm going to hold you to that," she said, choosing bravado over tears. "Now, are you going to kiss me or not?"

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It was a good thing Zack didn't have more words, really. He just laughed, an open, warm, genuine laugh, pulling himself up from the floor in order to kind of tackle her into the sofa for that kiss.

It was a kiss that had been put on hold for far too many years. They'd been cheated of it before. He wasn't going to wait another second for it now.