“What’s his deal?” I smirk at Lemuel, who’sactuallysmiling.
“We wanted to wait until everyone was together…” he says, gazing down at his bespectacled beau.
“Now that the war is over, we’re… going to get married,” Felix beams. “Here.”
Literally, I’ve never seen his face so jubilant.You’d think he was hacking someone to bits.
“When?Now??” Byron coughs.
“We would wait until things settle down a bit,” Lem says. “Maybe in a week or so.”
“If that works for everyone else,” Felix adds. “We want you all to be here.”
It’s fully adorable how happy and excited he is.I’m just overflowing with mushy queer joy.
“Sweetheart, that’s fantastic.” I grin, hugging Felix. Then launching myself at Lem, who’s utterly stiff, while Felix giggles.
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Trevel smiles at them.
“Can’t wait.” Byron grins, squeezing Felix’s shoulder.
“Aww! Look at you two. Besties,” I squeal.
Byron rolls his eyes.
“Count me and Lex in.” I shrug. “If he finishes whatever the hell he’s doing by then…”
Dash chuckles.
“Actually, I wanted to ask you…” Felix turns to Dash. “If you’d be my best man?”
Dash’s eyes widen. His jaw drops for a solid moment of surprise that’s swept up in emotion.
“Oh my God… Felix.” He pouts like he might break down. Attacking, he hugs so hard that The Carver almost topples over. “Of courseI will be your best man! I’d be honored.”
“Oh no… you sluts are actually gonna make me cry, aren’t you?” I fan my face.
Dash pries off of Felix, holding him at arm’s length. “I feel bad, though. I don’t think we can stay for a whole week.” He pouts, peeking up at Kemper.
“We can come back.” Kemper grins, brushing his fingers through Dash’s pink locks. “No biggie.”
Felix nods, then nudges Lemuel, who looks uneasy.
“And, uh… Trevel,” he croaks. Trevel is immediately bouncing. “I’d love it if you would be my best man.” He clears his throat. “Please.”
“Bugger off,” Trevel laughs, diving on Lem, hugging him hard. “I would love to be your best man, Lemuel.” He pulls back. “If it’s allowed? To have a patient as your best man?”
“Well, you haven’t paid me in a while.” Lem’s lips twitch. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Aww,” Byron is cheesing.
And now I’mreallyabout to cry.
“You bitches, I swear to God,” I sniffle, wiping my eyes.
Dash cackles. “What’s wrong with you??” He shakes me by the shoulders. “Are you fallingapart?!”
“Shut up, idiot,” I whimper. “I have something in my eye… gunpowder, or falling debris.”
