He fights the urge to embrace you right now.

Six months apart. He struggled to secure a few days together, just for you, a surprise to compensate for the time apart.

From the shadows, he observes: candlelight on your face, that hesitant smile falling short of your eyes. Surrounded by closest friends yet aware, the only one you truly wish to be here at this moment is far away.

But then— those rough hands on your shoulders, and a warm whisper against your ear.

"Make a wish, love."