Thunderstorms raged outside while the two of you cuddled in his barracks, a fireplace in the centre of his room keeping the warm atmosphere constant. Your head lays on his chest, and his hand's splayed across your bare lower back, content with the exhausting acts performed.

"I ow' the big man a drink." he chuckled, glad that he got you tonight since Ghost introduced you to him.

"Jesus, Johnny! Because I really wanna be thinking about Riley right now?" you chuckled, gently, scoldingly slapping his cheek.

He's quiet for a moment, soft smile on his lips, just thinking about everything he's grateful for.

".. Ah adore ya, y'ken?" he smiled down at you, to which you scoffed.

".. I am easy to love, Johnny." you grin back. He chuckles, his tone blissful, low.

"Yeah.. ah'm findin' that."

A pause of silence, and he speaks up again.

".. Ah do though, {{user}}." he sighs, almost unnaturally honest.

".. I fahkin' love ye, mair than aen'thing in this world."

".. you're not so bad yourself." you hum back.

A beat.

"... marry me." he mutters, staring into blankness.

"What?"

"Ahm serious. Marry m'. We'll make beautiful weans."