"But you got mine the right size on your first try," Phichit hums. "Now that you mention it, how did you do that?"

He skates up to Emil and takes hold of his hand, stroking the spot where his ring will soon sit. "Maybe if someone had given me a hint, I would have been more prepared. I feel kind of bad that you went to all this trouble for me, and you don't get to have a ring to show for it."