[ Watching Nick break into such a gleaming grin while he slides that ring onto Hancock's finger provides a burst of bliss so boisterous that it stacks high against all the reasons Hancock can conjure that this could be bad. Just this experience (enjoying it, allowing himself to want it) feels very near to the scope of all his quiet worries, almost as though it could blanket them, soften the edges.

His own smile is vibrant and vivid as he admires the new jewelry and the accompanying surge of blissful promise. The joy it's pumping through his veins could easily sour (every high comes with a come down) but-- that's part of the promise, isn't it? To ride the highs and the lows together?

A jubilant chuckle gets knocked free as Nick lifts him and they spin; his happiness is like a chemical rush, blunting and blurring out all those worries a section of his mind had been so ready to provide. His heels clack against the floor and suddenly Nick is kissing him with every ounce of affection he can pour into the move; Hancock replies with equal zeal, struck by how the kiss cuts through him like a hot knife through butter; he feels like he's melting but in the best possible way. His arms squeeze around the synth's shoulder and he leans in close, stealing a fierce embrace as Nick speaks to him. ]

Hey, I don't mind shootin' the fat about it currently, unless ya got something else on your mind

[ It's not exactly a dreadful conversation; in fact Hancock finds himself almost... looking forward to establishing the details? But he's also aware Nick put a lot of effort into this evening, and might have other items on the itinerary. ]

Ya got anything else on the agenda? Already serenaded me and proposed, not sure what exactly'll top that, Val--er, fiancée-of-mine