"For awhile," he admits, looking very proud of the fact that not only does the ring fit but she's actually wearing it. He lifts her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles softly.

"Look, I know we can't do anything right away, not that I thought you were going to run out and buy a scrapbook or anything -- I mean. You can scrapbook if you wanted, whatver. But... it's a promise, and we can decide when. Sooner, later, as soon as the war is over, in another place...? Whatever you want." He gives her hand a little squeeze, running his thumb over the ring. "What I want is sitting right in front of me."