“Look,” Bjørn sighs. There’s a slight furrow to his brow, a faint, concerned worry in his expression. This is going to be a delicate topic, he knows. Something hard to articulate, but important enough to be said properly all the same.
He holds a hand out and down to help Timo stand back up from down on bended knee.
“S’not that I don’t appreciate the proposal. I do. You’re very flattering, Timo.” Hm. “I liked the bit with the kantele. But…”
He holds up his hand, glancing at his ring finger in a way that hopefully invites his husband to do the same. “I don’t think they’re goin’ t’let us get married twice.”