Seymour lay on the couch in the living room of his home with Audrey, distracted and tense despite her usually reassuring presence on his chest. They had just finished watching Gone With the Wind... she always loved romances and he always loved making her happy... and he was now wondering with growing mortification if he had proposed properly. There was no question that he had done a terrible job of it; he had been panicking, and not smooth at all even by his standards, and he hadn't even gotten her a ring until after, that was how much of an unprepared mess it was... but at least, until tonight, he had been able to rest slightly assured in the assumed knowledge that the absence of the ring was the only completely unprecedented, awful component, and he had fixed that soon after. Now, he was no longer blissfully ignorant of the social convention that he had probably missed, like many others, thanks to the social isolation he had been subjected to for most of his life before he had met her... and that he would be thrust back into if her seemingly boundless... so far... understanding of his many, many flaws and mistakes was ever pulled back so that it no longer covered this... or any of the others...
Audrey stirred slightly, running an elegant hand along his arm and looking up at him with concern and... love? "Are you okay, Seymour?" She smiled briefly as she said his name, the worry only temporarily leaving her expression. Seymour hesitated, returning her gesture on her arm. "...Yeah, it's just... was I... supposed to get down on one knee when I proposed? Like he did?" Audrey laughed, simultaneously relieving him and increasing his mortification. "That's... usually how it's done... but you shouldn't worry about that. It was really sweet, and I was just happy to be marrying you, after the... initial shock." He breathed out slightly, his mortification mostly... mostly conquered by relief and love... as well as blossoming plans to make things right. Even with his wife's reassurances that they were okay, why would he ever pass up an opportunity to share a special moment with her, to craft one for her? Distracted in a better way this time, Seymour managed to get out a "Thank you, Audrey" while pulling her closer. She smiled brightly, looking down for a moment and then back up at him. "'Of course." Her soft lips pressed against his very pleasantly and abruptly brought him fully back to the present moment.
Seymour unlocked and opened the front door of his and Audrey's home, excitement as well as a touch of nervousness despite the objective lack of stakes in this situation coursing through him. She looked over at him from the stove and quickly moved to greet him, noticing and looking down at the shopping bag in his hand for a moment before looking back up at him. "What do you have there-" Audrey trailed off in shock as Seymour got down on one knee, presenting the bag to her. "Audrey, will you keep building a life with me?" A wide grin spread across her face, and she threw her arms around him, enveloping him in her warmth and letting out an adorable giggle. "Sure." After a long moment, Audrey pulled back slightly, looking at him with love that caught his breath in his throat before gently taking the bag from him and freeing its contents from the tissue paper it was wrapped in. She held the stuffed poodle that he had gotten her, reasoning that it would go nicely with the stuffed cocker spaniel he had gifted to her years ago, with awed admiration and excitement, surprising him by quickly resuming their embrace, now with her new plush in between them. "I love you so much, I love her so much- Thank you, Seymour." He held his wife tightly, running a hand along her back as love for her and relief and excitement for their future together coursed through him. "Of course."