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Twitch looked at her feet and sighed again, "You're right."

Scott smiled, "I know."

Twitch smiled back, "Thanks, Scott."

"It's fine, Twitch."

Twitch hugged him; an agitated shout of "Oi!" came from Vincent across the room.

Twitch let go of him just as quickly. "Sorry."

"Twitch, we're best friends. Forget what Vincent says, you're allowed to hug me sometimes," Scott said.

Twitch grinned, hugged him again quickly, and then turned around and walked back over to Mike.

There was a sniff from beside Scott, and Vincent was suddenly by his side, glaring, "That girl has an unhealthy obsession with you."

"It's hardly an obsession, Vincent, don't be so jealous," Scott paused. "Did you mean what you said about her mumbling things about... about..."

"Dreamy Scott? Yeah. That's one of the reasons I don't like her around," Vincent said.

"Oh, be quiet. She's aromantic, anyway. It's probably just a squish."

"There's such a thing as grey-aromantic..." Vincent continued to glower.

"You're paranoid, Vincent," Scott replied. "What have you got to worry about? That if other people love me, I'll stop being in love with you?"

Vincent shrugged slightly.

"Aw, geez, that's not it, is it?" Scott asked.

"What if what they have to offer is better than what I have?" Vincent whined.

"Vincent," Scott replied sternly, "I'm never, ever, ever going to leave you. Not for anyone."

"You say that, but-"

"But what?" Scott asked. "I love you, Vincent. Nobody could offer anything to me that could possibly take me away from you. You need to relax. Have a little faith in us."

Vincent looked at Scott.

Scott looked at Vincent.

Vincent shook his head, "You always know what to say."

"That's just the tip of the adviceberg," Scott said, and grinned.

Vincent stayed silent for a while, and then suddenly shouted, "Hey, everybody!"

The room fell silent.

"I've got something really important to say."

All eyes were focussed on Vincent. He took a few deep breaths. Keep your cool, Vincent. Keep your cool. He turned to Scott, his legs were suddenly like jelly. He pulled out a box he'd been keeping in his pocket, and he dropped to one knee.

Scott's eyes widened.

"S-Scott," Vincent cursed in his head at the stutter. For goodness' sakes, you can kill kids, but get flustered with something as easy as this?! "I.. W-Would you, please, d-do me the honour of... of... of becoming my husband?"

There was silence for a while. All eyes were now on Scott, who looked positively distraught.

Vincent looked up and met his eyes, Oh, gawd, something's wrong. "Scott...?"

"We... we can't, Vincent..."

"What?" Vincent asked.

"We can't... I-it's still not legal, I mean..."

"What?!" Vincent's eyes widened, pleading, "Since when have I cared about laws?! We'll elope somewhere. Find someone who will  marry us."

"I..." Scott shifted. "I want it to be official... I don't want it... to be hidden."

There was silence for a while.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mike asked. "Surely there's somewhere where gay marriage is legal. Right? Right?! It's fricking 1987, not 1897!"

Scott shook his head. "S-Sorry," his voice cracked a little. "It's not legal anywhere."

"Yeah, it is."

Everyone turned to look at Twitch.

"In my dimension. Gay marriage is legal in America."

Vincent snapped his gaze to look at her.

"I'm willing... I mean, I'll take you there to get married officially. If you like."

Vincent leapt to his feet and swooped forward, grabbing Twitch tightly and hugging her, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's no problem... Vincent... can't breathe..." Twitch gasped.

"Oh, right," Vincent let go of her and turned back to Scott. "What do you say? Huh? Will you marry me?"

Scott smiled at him, "I do."