[Stein looks startled, tightening his arms to keep Birkin close when the blond pulls back suddenly. Then he stares, stunned, from the slightly-pale line on Birkin's ring finger, to the pocket where the wedding band had gone.]

Will...

[He reaches up and cups Birkin's face with both hands as they kiss.]

[Softly, murmured against Birkin's lips:] This is where I belong. It's obvious.