Anxiety bubbled up in his chest as he flipped the box in his hands. Newt wasn't even sure Thomas like jewelry or the idea of having an engagement ring. A second ring could always be made so the pair could be wedding bands if Thomas balked at the idea. The whole idea seemed terrible the more he thought about it, which only brought forth even more anxiety and heartburn. Newt hung his head low between his shoulders and supported himself by placing his elbows on his knees. He groaned as he mulled over the wording of the proposal he wanted to give to Thomas. Romantic, albeit simple, would work but Thomas would probably not be happy at being proposed to rather than doing the actual proposing. Something about his manhood being shriveled if he couldn't do the asking, or something stupid like that.
Forget romantic, just toss the ring into his chest and let him figure it out would work just as well Newt thought. A fast moving blur in front of his face caught Newt's attention, but his reflexes were too slow to react. He snapped his head up to see the body that the thieving hand was attached to.
"Awfully small and pretty box to be holding the tickets to the improv show," Thomas stated as he examined the box in his hands. Newt's eyes widened as Thomas moved the lid open, painfully slow. The blond reached out to grab at the box only to have his fingers smacked away with a resounding crack. Thomas only grinned stupidly as his eyes flickered from Newt's face to the ring laying cradled inside. He examined the silver quickly before slipping it onto his own finger on his left hand.
"What the hell, Tommy?" Newt yelled, horrified at the sudden turn of events.
"Did you have a big speech to go along with this? I figured I'd just save you the trouble and skip right to the part where I said 'yes'," Thomas quipped. Newt's brow creased in confusion at the lack of clarity to his horror. "I saw the ring ages ago, right after you brought up getting married the first time. I'm surprised it took you this long, actually." Newt glared at him, though the tension was released from his body as the word yes played through his mind again.
"Spoil sport," Newt muttered as he pulled Thomas in for a kiss.
"That's what I hear."