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He knows he has no reason to be nervous about this. It's not like it's an offensive question, and fuck, it's not like Lennox is even likely to say no. But he's never asked a question quite like this, not even proposing, if what had happened on the beach could even properly be called a proposal, and his fingers are feeling a little twitchy as he heads toward the Hamlet and Lennox's hut, and once he's there he pauses outside it.

He's not nervous. That's fucking stupid. If he's nervous now, how the fuck is he supposed to handle the real day?

"Hey, man," he calls. "You around?"