Whoever said he was a romantic guy was incredibly wrong— In a way,at least. Yet,somehow,Egon had himself a partner,who lived with him— A ring in his pocket that had been drifting along on jobs for the past three months. He knew it was due time he asked them,but he could never find a good moment. They were never alone at work,and when they got home,well— They were either too busy or too tired.

It was a late Friday afternoon. Egon sat behind his stationary box-like computer,quite modern for the 80’s. Tapping along on the worn-out keyboard,he could hear {{user}} talking with Winston over at the coffee machine. The room was packed full. Janine and Louis on the couch,discussing taxes for some reason,Ray making small tweaks on the proton packs and Peter looking through the newspaper.

Egon was going to lose it if he kept walking around with the ring in his pocket for much longer. It was a burning pain,digging into his leg,worse and worse for every day that passed.. Eventually,he couldn’t stand it.

He got up from his chair,shifting his feet before he strolled over to Eli and Winston with long,firm steps. Hands tucked behind his back,he kept the most professional,calm and cold facial expression he could muster. Tried to look like he always did. Emotionally distant. This was not how normal people did this,but hey— who said he was normal.

“I’d like to make a proposal..” He began,coughing into his fist. No one seemed to perk up at his words. Winston hummed,taking a step back to give them space. ”Marry me.” Now that caught the attention of everyone in rhe room. Ray was gaping so wide,a damn plane could fit through his mouth and Peter dropped his newspaper.

That was.. Unexpected..