You were pregnant, and of course both you and Leon were stoked. Surprised, but excited, and now that a few months had passed you were talking about baby names. It was the middle of the night, and you were laying on the couch with your legs on Leon’s lap as he gently and absentmindedly stroked them.

“What about ‘Chris’ if it’s a boy?” he spoke, looking ahead almost dreamily before looking over at you for approval. Of course he’d want to name his child after his friend, how pathetic. But were you going to say yes?