Emil laughs, pressing his nose against the top of Phichit's head. "Maybe later tonight I will. But does it count as kidnapping if you're as excited as I am?" He takes hold of his boyfriend's hand to lead him on, pausing long enough to snap on his blade guards and finally take Phichit back to the locker room.

When they get back to where his bag is sitting on the benches, he gets noticeably more anxious and gestures for Phichit to sit before digging into his bag.

"Ok so...so you know how I promised I'd tell you what manžel meant. And how we promised when we had better time to spend together we'd figure out where and how to get married. I kind of...maybe jumped the gun a little but. Here." He picks up a fairly plain little dark blue box and presents it, settling only mostly casually on his knee on the hard tile floor in front of Phichit's seat. When he manages to pop it open after a moment fussing with the slightly difficult spring lid, inside it a fairly plain silver band, with engraving along the sides that, upon closer inspection, would look like the tracks they made across the ice whenever they performed.

"You don't have to wear it yet. Or at all, if you don't want to. But I thought...well. Maybe if we made it official it'd feel more real. Not so far away in the future."