Problem? What Problem? [COMPLETE]

Deimos glanced up in time see her response, and the nervous seemed to immediately shed away to become happiness. He smiled as she admired the ring. I have friends in high places. He told her simply. He took her outstretched hand and used to pull her close, simultaneously pushing the trays further back so they wouldn't knock anything over, before wrapping his arms around her. He was glad she liked it. He had been so nervous he'd managed to convince himself he wouldn't do anything right. Now he couldn't even figure out why he'd been nervous. He ran his hand through her hair, resting his chin on her head. Is this real? He asked softly, only half joking. He felt like he was in a state of ecstasy, it seemed so unreal. Then again, he felt like he was still grasping the fact that someone actually loved him, for him, as he was, without wanting to change every other thing about him. He had never wanted to admit it, but his thinking aligned with his bio parent's. He was in shock someone actually loved him. That someone was in love with him.