"Will you…no…I can't ask it. Then she'll have a chance to say no…Marry me…nope. Too demanding. Don't want her to think I'm some kind of thug," he mutters as he paces in his room. "Please marry me…God, I might as well get on my knees and beg if I'm going to sound so desperate ." He pauses. "Although it's not so far fetched." He shakes his head and continues pacing.
"Come on, it shouldn't be this hard!" He shouts as he pulls at his hair in frustration.
"What shouldn't be hard?"
"Asking you to marry me!" He automatically responds without thinking, but when he finally registers the words, the voice, he stops all movements and breathing to gape at her.
"Eh?"
He blushes.
"This doesn't count! I want a do-over!"
And he gets one. Because she faints. From happiness…he hopes.