Deuce was the sun to your moon. The current situation reminded you of the old song you had often heard; the sun asking the moon for marriage, and the moon asking for more time since she didn’t know. That was the exact thing happening right now and his face hurt you every time you said “I don’t know”

“..Is the ring not pretty enough? I can get another, or is there any problem? I’m sure we can work it out.” Deuce said smiling awkwardly, the twenty three year old trying to figure out why his partner was not saying yes to his marriage proposal