Ryley blinked, the question catching him off guard.
"I… I think…" His voice trailed, his gaze softening as something unbidden stirred in him—memories slipping through cracks he tried so hard to seal.
A flash—Clyde's arms around him, the warmth of his touch, the deep, steady sound of piano keys under long fingers as Ryley sang along shyly, laughing between verses.
A faint, sheepish smile tugged at his lips, almost wistful, almost aching.
"Always Remember Us This Way…" he whispered, more to himself than to Leo.
Leo's brows arched, his mouth twitching into a knowing scoff before leaning closer, his voice dropping low, brushing Ryley's ear like a secret.
"Well… such a fine taste," he murmured, his tone carrying a sly softness, "only deserves to be appreciated properly."
