"Leo, if I were to get married, would you walk me down the isle? It's been my dream for a while now and you know I'd prefer my dad not be there and you're you. So you'd be perfect!"
Leo gave little reaction to Nana’s question at first. Weighing it up cautiously seemed like a better idea, given that he was prone to making judgements too quickly when it came to her relationship. And yet, there was also a intense swell of emotion he couldn’t ignore. Pride perhaps… or shock that she would even ask him. You’re you. Yes, he was. Which was why she should never have to ask him.
A moments longer and then Leo spoke. “Nana, if you were to marry…” He stopped, cleared his throat; it was suspiciously hard to talk. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else. If you wanted me there, I could not turn you down.”
Wait… what had brought this on? Leo eyed her hesitantly, “When you get married, of course. In the future.” They would still know each other in years to come, he hoped.