"Usually, a mother might pass her daughter her wedding ring for such an occasion. Unfortunately, Missus Hewley looked after two rambunctious boys... but I think she'd have liked for us to have it anyway." Genesis offers, seeing the way Angeal's entire world seems to come down to the ring Genesis cradles gently in his palm. He knows what Gillian meant to his mate. How much he loved her. How much Gillian loved her son too. He really can't imagine a world where Gillian wouldn't want to see her son happy, to see him married and as loved as he could ever be. It's not with any misplaced confidence either. Gillian practically raised Genesis too. He knows.

There's a flicker of worry that laps at the back of his mind, gnawing on his thoughts. Maybe this was too much though, overstepping his bounds. Does it make him some guilty graverobber, offering his mate something like this? Genesis swallows hard, and tries to follow his conviction. He can't have doubts now. Not after the trials and sufferings of all they've been through. Not after everything. He's thought about this for longer than he can rightly quantify, and it came to him as no small decision. Angeal deserves to have back something of the happiness Gillian gave him, and Genesis knows his mate couldn't do it of his own volition. Genesis will bear that guilt instead.

But he's still left kneeling, still not given his answer. He takes in a deep breath. Steady. The faint shake to his whole body doesn't mean anything, right?

"I... I remember so many of those spring nights. How happy your family... our family, was on those special occasions. Don't we deserve that too, Geal? Years and years of celebrating our love. Please...?"