[Goodbye cigarette...he doesn't seem bothered much though, he's more focused on the guy smoking it.

Wolfwood, obviously, knew about that. He saw the sketches for the engagement ring, so it's been in the back of his mind that the guy had decided to go forward with proposal which like, honestly good for him. Wolfwood sure hasn't been able to reach that point, but god he's trying. Grappling with your unruly emotions is difficult, and he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't sure he knew how to love people properly. He's often not even sure how he managed to get three boyfriends, though they all mean the world to him.

So. Here they are. They've reached an impasse, and Flamebringer asks him if he wants to figure out what they are. What they are now.

Wolfwood sighs, shaking his head with his hands still in his pockets, and takes the initiative himself to move closer, even though Flamebringer was already very much in his space before. Then he tilts his head back, looking at Flamebringer eye-to-eye.]

Not sure I've ever seen you so nervous.

[It's not mocking. It carries more of a teasing lilt than anything.]

We ain't what we were, back then. But I think we can be somethin' different, now. That's fine too.

[He...bonks his forehead into Flamebringer's, very careful to avoid any part of him that's crystalized when he does this, mind.]

I like fuckin' 'round with you. I like beatin' the shit outta each other, and...I like sleepin' with you after. Or any other time, really.

[Wolfwood shrugs one shoulder, his cheeks now dusting a deeper red than before.]

We don't do that same soft, sappy shit...but I like it that way. Don't you?