No matter how many times he caught himself lingering a little too long on Zehra, it still hadn’t quite settled that he was here with her. It almost seemed as though anything that had happened within the last two months felt fleetingly unreal, yet, that didn’t stop him from trying to make the most of it. With the end of the ceremony and the reception in full swing, he felt something close to the same nerves that had followed him around for six years in her presence. “How’re you doing?” He asked her as he moved a little closer, uncertain of how she felt after what had happened, his unyielding concern for those around him extending purely to her tonight. “Do you need another drink?” Hands lifted, settling gently against her waist as he turned her towards him slightly, “Maybe another reminder that you look absolutely stunning tonight?”