John picked at his lo mien - his first non-military meal on Earth, and it tasted like cardboard. John should've known better - Rodney was the man who actually liked MREs.

"You picked a lousy place for our first date, you know that?" It was sad, they'd shared a bed for five years, saved each others lives more times than he could count - he could barely remember what it felt like not to be in love with Rodney, and yet, they'd never had a single date.

"Hey, this is my favorite restaurant!" John raised his eyebrows and, by now, Rodney knew him well enough to know what that meant. "You're the one who wanted to come to Boston. Anywhere in the world and you choose New England in the middle of winter. We could be in the Bahamas . . ."

John rose from his seat and gave Rodney a lingering kiss, leaving something in Rodney's palm as their hands intertwined, before Rodney pushed him away. "Are you crazy? We're in public . . ." His voice trailed off when he felt the object in his hand, eyes widening.

"You want me to get down on one knee instead?"