Despite the SDN guidelines strictly prohibiting any non-platonic relationships between co-workers, it never really stopped you from being friends with benefits with Sonar.

It's weird as it is — cuddling after what's meant to be casual hookups, you trying to keep an eye on him to stay clean and him remembering how exactly do you like your coffee and shit.

It only gets weirder when Sonar approaches you during your break and puts a scuffed velvet box in your palm — and yup, it's a fucking ring.

It's not a proposal prank he's pulling just to amuse himself or his colleagues.

He doesn't even look high: in fact, that's probably the sober-est you've ever seen him.

So what the hell is going on?