He's not completely sure how it happens; he's just executed his first perfect landing ever, he's flying 737s for an international airline, and Theresa is waiting for him with the fond smile he's got to know so well.
"Marry me," he blurts out, forgetting his self-doubts for the time being; he's getting rather good at this pretending-to-be-Douglas routine.
Theresa throws her arms around his neck, stealing a quick kiss. "I thought you'd never ask," she says – his arms coming round her of their own accord – and they both laugh merrily.
Arthur was quite right; one can be truly happy sometimes.