Orion blinked with exaggerated seriousness, his eyes wide. "So, do I get a certificate for this? Or should I just start howling at the sky now?"
Megan burst into laughter, clapping a hand over her mouth as a snort almost slipped out. "Howling at the sky?" she echoed, grinning through her giggles. "You're such a lunatic."
He smirked, eyes gleaming. "Well, you were getting all ceremonial with the naming — I figured I should at least make it look official."
Their laughter spilled out again, full and unrestrained — the kind that comes from deep in the chest, from shared history and silent understanding. When it finally faded, it left a hush behind. Not an empty one, but something warmer. Like the quiet you find after weathering something difficult together.
