"Yes." Will said dumbly. He knew he ought to take his leave. If he had any sense (and hope to make a favorable impression with Mrs. Fawley) he would thank Diana for seeing him so urgently and flee as quickly as he arrived. However, all Will could manage was a smile in her direction. She was alright and presumably not injured in any way. The pressing weight on his chest lifted abruptly, and for the first time since that morning Will felt as though he could breathe again.

Try as he might (as if he was even trying) Will remained still as a statue before her. Merlin, she was gorgeous. The pale green of her dress complimented her well, though she could wear a flour sack and Will would still believe her beautiful. "Yes." He repeated again. Behind him, the butler cleared his throat, an obvious sign to either get on with it or leave. Fuck, he really ought to go.

Instead, Will ran a hand quickly through his hair before taking two large steps towards her. They were still further apart than he would've liked (they were never close enough) but her chaperone might have a complaint or two about his actions. (Distantly, Will silently prayed it wasn't Mrs. Wellington who was set to join them.) The butler coughed again. Fuck. This wasn't how Will wished to ask her.

Oh well, best get on with it.

"Marry me." He blurted, his cheeks reddening at his blunder. While he hoped to one day marry Diana there were several steps to make between bere and there. Steps he knew she would be required to take. Will had ruined it all with her once, he wouldn't risk it a second time.