A/N: So, this is kinda of an episode tag to 2x21 Twist and Shout, about the follow up conversation to Toby's and Happy's conversation at the end of the episode.

"Thank guys, I totally owe you one," Paige hollered, as she quickly ushered her son into the car. After spending the entire Saturday with Ralph, due to a last minute babysitting gig, Happy and Toby were beyond tired. It wasn't that Ralph caused too much trouble, it was simply the fact that it took a lot of metal power to keep up with an 11 year old genius. As the car pulled out of the garage and disappeared, around the corner, Happy turned to Toby.

"You were pretty good with Ralph today," she muttered casually, as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. For a moment, Happy hesitated. "So about that thing you said a few days ago..." she began, "Is that something you-" she added, unable to finish her sentence.

Toby looked at her, taking his sweet time to answer.

"Something I've thought about?" he finished, meeting her gaze and holding it, "I'd be lying if I said the thought had never crossed my mind before, although I'm sure you already knew that."

"Oh," she replied, quietly, unsure how to respond. She had been that way lately.

"Oh," he echoed, teasingly, and even Happy had to bite back a smile, as she looked away.

"Is it something you want?" she asked, softly.

"Yes," he admitted, with complete honesty and transparency, causing her stomach to clench, "I want to be with you," he says, "in whatever form that happens to take."

"Okay," she replied, slowly backing away from him, "Good talk, doc."

It's not something she could promise him, but she was glad he knew her well enough to give her time.

"But I ... would not be disappointed," he called out carefully, humor laced in his voice, "if you wanted to run away to Vegas and do it now."

He still refused look at her, giving her a moment, before bracing himself for imminent punch-back, that he was fairly sure he deserved.

"So, let me get this straight: you're dating me with a plan to get married in Vegas," she muttered as she pulled out her toolbox, electing not to respond with violence, "Great. Remember how our last trip there turned out?"

Toby couldn't help but smile,"You caught me. Guilty as charged."

"Toby," she replied, thickly, "Are you serious about all of this?"

"Yes." he responded, almost immediately, before looking at her again.

"Yes?" she echoed, hollowly.

"I think you'd be a great wife," he replied, and the fact that he's thought about that -

"Which I'm not yet," she clearly replied, making sure to point out it is hypothetical. All hypothetical.

"Which you're not," he agreed, "But. If you were." He glanced over at her, "You'd be perfect."

She let out a shaky breath, looking at him, then back at her tools.

"Ok, I'll consider it," she replied, causing his face morph into mild confusion, "But not another living soul finds out about this."

"So, it's not a no!" he exclaimed, excitedly, rushing over to her, "Say it again."

"Ok, I'll consider it?" she repeated, mock-puzzled, and his free hand came up to cup her cheek, urging her towards him.

"I love you, too," he muttered as he pulled her in for a quick but achingly sweet kiss.