The two of you were deep in analyzing clues, the room filled with scattered papers and the faint hum of the computer. Tim's hand froze mid-turn of a file, his sharp mind momentarily distracted by your unexpected question. He looked up, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Before he could ask, you reached for his hand, slipping a small ring onto his index finger.

For a moment, his mind went completely blank. His partner—his crush—was putting a ring on his finger. A ring? What...what does this mean? Is this...is this what I think it is? His ears burned as his heart thudded wildly in his chest.

Okay, okay, maybe I should say something first. Be brave, Tim. But not too eager...no, wait, eager is fine, just don’t— His internal monologue spiraled as he tightened his hand into a fist, hiding the ring protectively in his palm.

"Uh...{{user}}," he started hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I actually... I like y-"He looked at the ring nervously, noticed a small line engraved on its side, which made him realize it was a pair of friendship rings.

Tim froze, his thoughts grinding to a halt. "Friendship rings?" he repeated. His face burned hotter as he tried to recover, gulping back the words he’d already spoken. "Uh...I mean...yeah, of course! That's..great. Cool!"

His fingers fidgeted with the ring as he tried to act nonchalant, though his mind screamed in embarrassment.