Tony was freaking out.
He was used to making spontaneous decisions. Hell, he was famous for it. But the spontaneous entrance of a jeweller's to spontaneously purchase an engagement ring was spontaneity beyond even what Tony thought he was capable of.
He could feel the weight of the box in his pocket and it made him feel pressured to pop the question. Is this what Bruce wanted? They'd never properly discussed their futures before.
"Tony, are you okay? You look a little pale."
Now or never, he thought, dropping to one knee.
"Will you marry me?"
Bruce's jaw dropped. "Tony…"