“Hey. You busy?”
“Nah, you’re good.”
Aaron didn’t drag it out. “I’m getting married.”
A short pause.
Not shock. Just processing.
“Yeah?” Damian said.
“Yeah.”
Another beat.
“…Camille?” he asked, already knowing.
“Yeah.”
A quiet exhale, like something clicking into place.
“Yeah,” Damian said. “That makes sense.”
Aaron huffed a small laugh. “That’s it?”
“What do you want—fireworks?” Damian replied lightly. “You’ve been on that road for a minute.”
Aaron shook his head. “Didn’t feel like it.”
“It was,” Damian said. Not pushy. Just certain.
A pause.
Then, more grounded, “You good with it?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Damian let that sit.
“You guys talked through everything?” he asked. “Like, actually talked?”
“We did.”
“No loose ends?”
“No.”
“Alright,” Damian said. “Then yeah… I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
“She’s good for you,” Damian added.
Aaron didn’t argue.