<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Aaron was sitting up in bed with a book open on his lap when Jethro came out of the closet (an act that amused him every time) with a small box in his hand.  Aaron paid no heed to the box until Jethro sank down on one knee.  "Jet..." Aaron breathed, picking the box out of his hands and opening it.  He knew what those small pieces of metal meant to Jethro -- knew what they meant to a great many servicemembers.  <br/>
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He wouldn't cheapen the moment by asking if Jethro was sure.  He knew that Jethro rarely did anything without thinking it through -- and this would not be one of the exceptions.  Instead, with hands that wanted to shake, Aaron plucked the worn chain and its precious burden out of the box and slipped it over his head.  "Of course I'll marry you," he said, voice tight.  "I can't imagine my life -- our lives -- without you eihter."  He lifted Jethro's hand to his lips and decided that wasn't good enough, leaning in to kiss him.  "Now get up off the floor, that's got to be murder on your knees."</span></span>