He watches Hawke's face, his reactions, that small slip of a tear and look in his face when he slides the ring on like it's the most precious thing in the world to him, he watches all of it and tries to hold it in his memory. If ever he needed to see that Hawke loved him, it was there in his face in this moment.

His own emotions gathered close, warm and gentle and almost too much, but the focus on Hawke made it bearable and kept that tightening in his chest from choking him. He shifted so he was sitting in a way where he could pull Hawke to his chest and hold him there. "Together." He echoed back and kissed Wolfe's cheek. There was sure to be someone in this city who could make something similar, at least. "I'm glad you like your present, my love." He pressed another kiss to Hawke's face, then let that gentle smile that hadn't fallen tick up into something more playful. "Now then...I believe I still have a present to unwrap, do I not?"