"You—" He struggled finding words, Nami's question not yet fully processed. Her face was red, though she was acting like it wasn't. Her gaze focused down onto her desk, absently sorting her papers.
"You want to get married?" She asked again, quieter this time.
"Yes," he breathed. Finally springing into motion, throwing back the covers on her bed and nearly stumbling into Nami as he scooped her up. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Put me down, idiot!" She protested even as she clung to him, giggling.
"Do you love me?" He teased, a long running joke.
"Yes," she kissed him. "Yes."