“Atlas.” “Yeah?” “You are the world to me. You are a blessing, and a gift. I am the happiest man alive with you beside me. Atlas—my love, my Bärchen—would you marry me?” “Yes,” he whispers. “Of course I will. You’re it for me, too. You’ve always been it for me, even when I was too dumb to see it.” “Atlas, you have been holding out on me. That sounded like a wedding vow. I thought I was the romantic one?” He laughs,
