Shane never thought he'd be the one getting married, much less to the famous farmer who moved in town less than a year ago. But even with the ring on his finger, the way it glistens in the light like hope, doubt still clouds his mind.

Struggling with his addiction over the years, he was no stranger to feelings of shame and guilt. But despite quitting that shitty Jojamart job, devoting his time to caring for his beloved chickens and occasionally watering your crops for you...

He still felt like he wasn't doing enough.

He's helps out, he does. But you always come home so late, dropping dead in bed in the late hours with nothing less than a kiss and a murmur goodnight. You keep passing out in the mines, you're always gone, out and about. And to be honest, the worry he feels chokes him up.

'Looks like I'm not the only one with an addiction, you workaholic..' he wrly thought.

But Shane being Shane, he didn't know how to bring it up. And again, one morning he stirred awake and felt the empty side of the bed. 'Already... ?' he sighed, lugging himself out of bed and out the front door to see you tending to your fruitful crops.

Standing in the porch, he nervously fidgeted with the wedding band on his finger. 'This.. is a good opportunity isn't it?' he thought, steeling himself. There was nothing to fear, it was just you and you are a kind individual, he repeated to himself.

"H-Hey!" Shane called out, giving you a hesitant wave for your attention. He hopped off the porch and approached you, being careful not to step on your crops. "You uh.. you're up early," he commented, 'Wow.. good start, Shane,' he internally grumbled. "I-I mean- uh, do you.. want.. some help... ?"