Emil settles back on the ground as Phichit wraps around him, pressing his nose against the crook of the other's neck and drawing him in close and tight. He lets out a wet laugh as he takes the hand the ring is on, thumbing it and turning the band around so that the etching catches the light.

"I love you," he murmurs, holding onto that hand as he sinks further into his lean against Phichit, playing idly with his fingers. You are...more special to me than anyone else I've ever met. Sorry if that's sort of corny, I just don't have any other words for it."