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A loud sigh of mock annoyance fled from him, his head just barely turning to the younger at his side to shoot them a playful glare at their poking. However, it only took him moments to raise his arm, tightly coiling around their shoulders to trap them against his side. “How may I be of service to you, huh?” he asked, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, his free hand reaching over to playfully pinch the younger’s cheek.

“And would you like for me to do the same for you afterwards?”

“And what if I don’t want to share, huh?” the words left his lips, though the underlying playfulness was evident, a soft smile forming to show he was simply giving them trouble. “Kidding, you know I’d share with you anytime.” the older considering slipping off the roomy coat, but another idea came to mind as he took a glimpse of the long waiting line ahead of them. A hand then slipped to gently grasp their wrist, pulling them into a warm hug, as well as wrapping the jacket around them, too, a smile still on his lips.

“But…I do know her. I’m quite certain of that.”

The male’s face was a mix of melancholic, though relieved all at the same time. The place had carried many memories, some that would continue to bring the slightest smile to his lips. But there were other times that had weighed on his shoulders so heavily, as if he were holding the weight of the world on his shoulders—but the weight had crumbled as he turned his back, a reassuring hand taking the woman’s beside him, turning his head only to look at her, avoiding glancing back again. “So, where to now?”

The small space was a little crowded with all it’s contents, but given it was just the two of them he didn’t mind the close proximity. At the other’s words, the photographer gave a raise of his brow, though admittedly, he didn’t mind the idea. “Are you stating that as a fact, or are you saying you want to kiss me?” he asked with a hum, a slight teasing tone to his voice as a small smile curled onto his lips.