[So. It had all come down to this. One moment, one chance and dammit, he was going to take it. Maybe. Exhaling slowly, Harry looked at him a little fearfully] I've got a question for you...
I...uh... [Oh great. He's stammering. Well, to hell with finesse! Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulls out a ring that had belonged to his father] I love you. Marry me?
I... *He stares down at the ring for a long moment, looking utterly flabbergasted. He reaches out and wraps his hand around Harry's, holding it and the ring.* Harry, I... There are a lot of things to consider. Being connected to me could be very dangerous for you. I'm not sure even you can take on the CIA and the US government and get through it unscathed. I don't... If anything happened to you...
[Harry's voice is quiet] Can you take on demons and vampires and the Fairy Queens? I can. I've done enough favors for certain people that I've got a certain amount of immunity. And it'd be dangerous for you as well. I've got my own enemies and, no offense, they're a lot more hazardous to one's health. But I don't care.
I'm not worried about myself. Even despite the danger, it wouldn't do your reputation much good if people found out you were harboring a federal fugitive. You'd lose your credibility with the police department, at the very least. I... *He takes a deep breath* Harry, I love you. I don't... I don't want to say no. But I don't know if I can say yes.
[Harry silently closes Hannibal's hand around the ring] Keep this anyway. And as soon as you feel like you can, you'd better tell me yes. I'll wait a hundred years for you if I have to.
*He forces a smile and gives a wry chuckle* You've got interesting ideas on my life expectancy, sweetheart. *He runs a fingertip along the circle in his palm, and after a moment he takes the ring and slips it onto his finger* I'm yours, Harry. Always.
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