[The silence... worries him. Was this wrong? Was he not supposed to... ask for this? He takes a step back, crossing his arms.]

Nothing. Just... forget it.

[It is, in fact, something. He wasn't able to find a ring like King had mentioned--not one that would fit his friend. He'd found a fork instead, and bent it into a rough circle.

Stupid, he supposed.]

Ratchet... forget--forget I brought this up. It... foolish idea. Stupid.

[There's a war. They're too important to their team. Should they go through with this, and something happen... they shouldn't risk it. He steps back again, intending to brush by him, and leave.]