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"I'm telling you, I have no idea how it got there!"
Kensi just glares.
"Okay, I have some idea. A little idea. More like an inkling."
She was still glaring. Super duper intimidating style glaring. But he's strong. He's Marty Deeks, daring detective. He can handle a little intimidation.
Of course he can.
"It's only a guess."
She folds her arms. "And?"
"And? Guesses make asses of you and me. I'd hate to modify your ass-to-body ratio, because, and I say this purely objectively, your ass is perfection."
"That's assumptions, Deeks."
"Yeah, those too."
She huffs and returns to the glare. Is it possible to have heat vision? It's not, he's sure. Pretty sure. But, wow, it's getting hot in here.
"So," he asks, scratching at his neck, "thai? Or that burrito place you like? We could do smoothies."
"Deeks." She sounds both exasperated and a little bit terrified.
Okay, so there's really no way out of this. He knows that, he's just really not looking forward to what comes next.
"Look, Kens -"
"We talked about this." She's holding it in front of her like if it gets any closer it might explode. "I thought, I thought we -"
"So, funny story," he says, perching on the edge of the bed beside her, and it's not a funny story at all actually, but he feels like that's a good way to start it because going into it with 'it's a really fucking depressing story' doesn't ever end well, "I actually already had it."
She blinks at him like some baby animal and wow this is about as awful as he expected it to feel. "You what?"
He reaches out, relieving her of the possible explosive in hopes that maybe it'll allow her to uncoil. "I already had it. It was my mom's. Aunt Barbara had it and I asked her for it months ago because my mom left it to me, and I thought maybe there was a chance that I'd actually have a use for it -"
"But we -"
He shakes his head. "I know, Kens. I know we agreed that marriage wasn't necessary. That we were already all in." He cracks open the box and looks at the sparkling band inside. "I know all that. And I'm good with that," he insists, dragging his gaze up to meet hers. "I am great with that. With you, all of you - how could I not be? I love you."
"Deeks -"
He snaps the box shut and stuffs it into his pocket. He turns his attention fully to her, reaching forward and grabbing her hand. "I love you, Kensi Marie Blye. You are my everything."
"And you're mine, I just don't -"
"You don't want marriage. I'm okay with that."
Her eyes dart to his pocket. "You're sure."
He squeezes his hand. "I'm sure."
He is. He'd do anything to keep her in his life in any way he can. And if that means putting the box inside a box and never opening it again, then he's more than willing to do it.
"Thai," she says, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "I want thai."
He smiles and pushes up off the bed. "I'm in."
All in.