going out more often, check. finding his place in a crowded room, strongly working on it. invading a wedding he had no business being at, surprisingly check. mostly milling around the wedding floor, watching others interact. he’d spoken to a few people, and it seemed to have gone well ( or at the very least, well adjacent ). taking solace in a few moments for himself, having taken it upon himself to find the exit. the door creaks when it opens, a few meters from him. head turning on his arm, smile cracking easily onto his face. “ are you following me? ” he sounds incredulous, but really, he’s grateful to see her. arm patting the grass by him as he moves his hand back under his head. “ i’m just looking at the stars. honest. ” // @clawedtrauma