Jack's hands were clammy. There was sweat beading on his brow. He was nervous — very nervous. Jack wondered if you could tell; a silly thing to wonder, he knew you could. You always seemed to know what he was feeling. One of the many things he loved about you.

Jack swallowed, looking at you with an anxious gaze from across the table at which you sat. He took a deep breath, hand subtly slipping into his pocket in which he thumbed his late mother's engagement ring.

“{{user}}— I— I love you more than words can describe.” Jack had a speech planned, but…

He smoothly left his chair and went to your side, dropping to one knee and procuring the glimmering ring from his pocket which he extended to you.

“Will you marry me?”

… he wasn't the greatest at following plans at the best of times.