[Small mercies, the ring does drop into Ciel’s hand before he’s forced to trauma dump more. He’s quick to put it back on his finger where it belongs, then proceeds to glare at it for a moment like the object caused this on purpose.

Then he smooths himself out like it was nothing beyond a mild bother. Don’t worry about it.]

It’s quite alright. It was three years ago now, and I have grown in my role as Earl. It’s fine.

[Just a really bad birthday and subsequent Christmas present.]

I will make it a point to keep a better eye on it, lest it find a way to abscond again.