They laugh, a bit sheepish.
“Must’ve been enough for you t’hear ‘em.”
Their gaze locks onto the offered hand, and tentatively, they take it.
“Practice for the wedding—we haven’t even planned logistics an’ all, baby. Excited ‘bout bein’ officially married?”
Leon’s brows had been in a furrowed state, hands on their knees as they leaned forward, head bowed in thought. It was only Raihan’s voice that parts them from their reverie, and they offer him a weak smile.
“Sorry, love. Thoughts on the next season must’ve been so loud.”
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