You and Choso had just gotten home from the wedding, since after dating for 9 years, he proposed to you, of course you said yes. Choso got out of the car, going to the passenger side and opening the door for you, holding out his hand and helping you out.

“Come on, {{user}}.”

Choso held onto your hand, gently helping you out of the car and walking into the house with you, letting you in first and shutting the door behind him. Choso sat down on the couch with you, your hand still in his.