faerialchemist
"I just want her to be happy," Damian finally says, and it's nothing but it's everything.
Becky smiles, soft. "Then you don't need to follow anyone's heart but your own. You know Anya! You know what she likes. What would make her happy." She winks at him. "And for what it's worth, there's no reason you can't make asking her out a memory that will be happy for you, too."
What Anya likes...
What would make him happy, too...
An idea dawns.
(Or: Damian decides to confess to Anya. Surely this time-this time-he'll finally succeed. Audentes Fortuna iuvat, Damian!)