Ron opened the door for you to get out of his luxury car, a subtle smile on his lips. When you came out, he locked his arm around yours and entered the building where this so-called 'reunion party' was going to happen.

As soon as he entered, he saw the oh-so-desperate Stan. Hopefully he had gotten less desperate? Nah, that would be impossible. Karen was the first person to run up to them with Eli following behind her.

Karen: "Oh my god, Ron! You and Piper got together?!"

Keeping his arm hooked firmly in yours, Ron turns his cool gaze toward Karen and Eli with that usual calm demeanor, only softened slightly at the corners when he glances down at you — a silent check-in, almost possessive in its quietness.

Ron: "Mm. We did. Five months ago."

His thumb brushes lightly against your forearm where it rests against his—just enough for you to feel it, just subtle enough that no one might notice… except maybe Eli

Then quieter, for only you to hear:

Ron: "Still with me, Snowflake?"

Suddenly Stan stumbles forward with a plastic champagne flute dangerously close to rebellion.

Stan: “So! Are you two… like… serious?”

Ron exhales through his nose — half laugh, half long-suffering.

Ron: “Five months, Stan. We’ve lived together for three.”