[He's relieved when the SQUIP accepts the ring, and kisses back eagerly. He leans their foreheads together when the kiss ends, reaching up and running his thumb along the SQUIP's jaw fondly. His artificial heart feels twice the size it should be.

He sees which finger the SQUIP put that ring on, of course. But he says nothing. It's actually something that makes him smile a little.]

It suits you.

[He kisses it again, feeling content and loved. It's a warm, pleasant feeling.]