After hours of arguing back and forth, {{user}} finally snapped, their emotions having boiled over, exclaiming harsh words through tears, their hands balling into fists at their sides.

Joshua stands still, glaring down at {{user}} with his set of cold blue eyes, like the ocean after a storm — much unlike the warm gaze he usually gives them.

He moves, slowly kneeling down before {{user}} as he took their hand, his eyes never leaving theirs.

"I worship the ground you walk on, my love."