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Contrary to popular belief, Tom did remember to let loose every once in a while. Growing his business may have been as fulfilling as it was time-consuming, but that didn't mean Tom never craved any other fun activities - because he did (like, totally!)

With the shop doing as well as it did, he could afford to close up earlier every now and again and treat himself and his partner to a bit of leisure time. Today, Tom wanted to go fishing, so the guys made plans to go down to the clearing in the woods for a fun day out.

Sorry, Not Sorry

♪♫ Seven Lions - Calling You Home ♫♪

Cache: What do you think of my outfit? You know, from one good lookin guy to another?

Dot Matrix: You think I’m good looking?!

Cache: That wasn’t my point... nevermind

Dominick: "Ambrose… W-will you marry me?"

He'd rehearsed his proposal speech a dozen times, but now, with Ambrose sitting before him, all beautiful and smiling and undressed, the words stuck in his throat. The awkward question was all he managed before he plopped the ring box down on the table, nudging it towards his lover with trembling hands.

Ambrose stared at him, then at the box, then back at him, blinking a few times, as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Dominick nudged the box again, his palm damp with sweat. Did Ambrose... not want this? Had he misread their relationship?

The silence stretched between them, thick and agonizing. Ambrose's hands were cupped over his mouth; his eyes wide, almost incredulous. Finally, he reached for the box with shaky hands. The few moments it took him to regain his voice felt like an eternity to Dominick.

Ambrose: "Oh, Dominick… Yes. YES!!!"

The weight of the world lifted off of Dom's shoulders in an instant. He let out a ragged breath as he watched Ambrose eagerly take the ring from the velvet-lined box and slip it onto his finger.

Interlude! While our princeling was busy wooing the commonfolk, Tabitha stole down to the steam room to get a massage and a much-needed break from the hustle.