For himself, Kirk just looks quietly amused. How could he not be? Like almost everything Caboose did, his reaction was cute, adorable, and made Kirk flush a little. Sometimes, especially in the early parts of their relationship, he had always wondered if he was right for Caboose. Each of them had their own problems, and Kirk would sit up some nights and ask himself if he was doing the right thing, if he was what was best for Caboose. He would stare at his picture in his room on his ship, thinking on if it was fair to ask Caboose to wait the long weeks between his mission runs, fair to ask him to fill an apartment by himself (and with their cat).

Somehow, Caboose always made his worries vanish whenever he came home, in those quiet moments when they simply lay together - sometimes in bed, sometimes on the couch, sometimes in a makeshift pillow fort. They were both broken and stitched back together in some way, shape, or form, He liked to think that they kept each other's stitches in, helped the wounds heal smooth.

"Ah, what cruelty, that my true love should be in love with another!" the prince sighed dramatically, making the people around them giggle. He rose to his feet, looking down at Kirk and handing the ring to the Captain. "Take it, with my blessing. I only ever wish for my love to be happy!" he declared before spinning away.

Kirk watched him go and laughed softly, spinning the ring between his fingers. "I really make you happy enough to say no to a Prince?"