“…Eh? Why’d you call me honey all of a sudden? We’re not…” The youth felt a strange weight on one of his fingers, and stared down. A golden wedding band had fastened itself around it, and it certainly wouldn’t come off for a while. Three days was the lucky guess he could’ve made.
Eyeing the other boy, he noticed a similar ring on his hand. Oh no.
“We-we’re not… married, are we? I-I don’t even remember getting married! I mean nothing against you, but… but I imagined I’d be marrying someone else!”
Sky looked down at him and smiled slightly “U-Um, thanks..”
“No problem.” The youth took a moment to roll over on his side, curling up against the other boy as he did. “Ah… this is so nice… I could probably fall asleep if I wanted to, I’m so comfy…"
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