" hey, feel free to tell me if i’m overstepping any boundaries but — ” jonah began, breaking the long silence prior, fidgeting with the fork he held. the pair had decided to enjoy one last meal together, the day before the femme’s wedding, to commemorate the commitment but also, solidify that their friendship wouldn’t falter after this day. “ is this really what you want ? getting married ? ” since the engagement, he’d kept his opinions on the matter private, desperately holding onto the selfish hope that it was a passing phase, a naive mistake, but so far, his assumptions were proven to be grounded in empty wishes. “ you’ve just — never struck me as the type. ”