Roman lets himself into the bedroom, ready to apologise. He gets into bed, where Gerri is lying on her side, facing away from him.
"Do you want to get married?" he asks finally.
She turns her head to look at him, exasperated. "What?"
"Well, since you're mad at me anyway, I figured it couldn't hurt to ask."
She laughs and rolls over to face him, stroking his stubble. "You're an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot, right?" he says hopefully.
"Unfortunately yes." She sighs.
"So… third time's the charm. Marry me?"
"Why do you want to get married?"
"Because I'm like, in love with you? And I wanna make that legal."
"I'm not going to leave you, Roman. And even if we did get married, that wouldn't guarantee anything. Look at your parents."
"So you're saying no?"
"I'm not totally against the idea," she concedes and he feels his heart leap. "I just want to make sure you're asking for the right reason."
"So is that a maybe?"
"Can you accept me working for Matsson?"
"Yeah." He sighs, nodding.
"And I'll try to work a little less," she acknowledges.
"Thank you." He smiles and she pecks him on the lips. "Are we like, in a functioning relationship?"
"I think we might be."
"Fuck. So, the obvious next step…"
"I promise to think about it," she says. "I didn't think I'd ever marry again, after Baird. And there's the girls to consider…"
"Take your time," he says. "I can wait."