It was moments like these that Kirk could be reminded that Caboose wasn't so innocent as he seemed, be reminded of the horrible things he had suffered. He was somehow knitting himself back together, both of them, stitch by stitch, and they'd ended up tangled together somehow. It was why his heart beat fast now and his mouth suddenly felt dry, tongue flicking out in a nervous lick.

"Yeah, I do," he agreed, coughing as he slid out of his chair and down to one knee, facing Caboose. He held out the ring, not wanting to admit he was shaking, but he was, a little. How could he not, with his heart hammering so hard he was sure it would burst right out of his chest, or at the least a rib would break.

"Caboose, your pieces may not all fit together, but neither do mine. It's only when I found you that I found those missing pieces." A breath. Deep one. "Caboose - will you marry me?"