long limbs go flying, close to eating shit until he balances himself back out. whipping his head around. “dude, what the fuck.”

he chuckled quietly, wrangling his friend into a headlock and giving his head a good ole noogie. releasing him shortly after with his hands settling in his pockets. “where’ve you been, man?”

“news? good, i hope.” he grins wide, plucking the joint tucked from behind his ear before taking out his lighter. “c’mon, champ. lay it on me.”

i’d like to argue i’m pretty humble. my hand is like the size of your entire face, though. btw.

brows raise, grinning into the kiss as he returns the affection with just as much tenderness.

“hello to you, too.” he muses faintly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders——leaving another kiss to her temple. “you alright?”

he’s in the middle of lighting it, with full plans of sharing. until he has to pause to charlie’s words, blinking a few times, then a surprised expression takes over his features. “you’re fuckin’ with me. no way?”

hey, you said it. not me. don’t worry, river. you’ve got some redeeming qualities about you, too.

“yes, ma’am,” he nods, already following her into the kitchen, hands slipping into hers before giving her a slow spin.

easily, he’s handing the joint over. completely distracted by the news as a chuckle escapes him. “holy shit, dude. what was her reaction?”

PHEW 😮‍💨

i love.

she’s truly such a sight, especially when she’s laughing and smiling like that. it makes his chest tight, grinning ear to ear. “your brother told me he popped the question finally.”

firm hand pats against his friends shoulder, still reeling at the fact they’d both be married off at some point. who woulda thought? “i’m happy for you, man. congrats. you deserve it.”

“oh, we’re definitely getting there before them.” an arm wraps around her waist, tugging her in closer——brown eyes glancing down at her. “trust me. i wanna get everything fully planned within the next three months.”

“fuck yeah, dude.” his eyes widen slightly, chuckling softly before he takes a few hits——holding the smoke in his lungs until he coughs. “i don’t know, mais hasn’t mentioned anything about wanting kids yet.”

“two months,” he nods slowly, swaying them back and forth comfortably. “i can do that. could probably shoot for a month and a half if we’re feeling extra ambitious.”

“baby, i’m a musician,” he deadpans, though his eyes hold a playful glint in them. “i’ve got them started. have *you written any vows, missy?”

yes. to an embarrassing degree, actually.

yeah. like for instance——you’re funny as fuck. like you could laugh someone out of their pants funny. that’s a good quality.