[He's honestly not sure how this is going to go, once everything he can think of is out of his mouth. Everything he's said is true - a fact Dorian could deny only if he wasn't willing to deal with the implications of it all - but that doesn't mean his soulmate has to agree with that truth and to his plan. It's still a more romantic dream, and he's still Dorian Gray. Even knowing he's living in someone's shadow isn't guaranteed to be enough to get him to run headlong into something that's scared him for well over a century.

But when he does get it, in typical Dorian fashion, his eyes well up with tears. Let's do it might be his new favourite words for how they make his heart metaphorically soar. He said yes, and that's really all Toby needed to hear before he does the thing they both need by closing the small distance between them recklessly fast so he can pull Dorian into a deep and passionate kiss. A kiss that finally, finally lets out some of the tension that's lived in him since he woke up to find his boyfriend gone and nothing but a hole in his heart in the man's place.]

I love you, Dorian Gray. [He murmurs the words when he lets them part for a breath, not caring how they sound both delighted and desperate. None of it matters now that Dorian's here again. It matters even less now that Dorian's agreed to marry him. Nothing could possibly matter but kissing the life from this wonderful, reckless, cynical, passionate man with everything he is.

Well, almost nothing. There's one tiny thing he wants to hear first.]

Do me a favour before I take you to bed? [He smirks, letting the tears on his cheeks go ignored.] Let me get down on one knee again and say yes? I promise the sex will be so worth it.

[This is the dream, Dorian. Please let him have it.]