A couple of hours later, it grows dark and someone turns on the golden fairy lights that traverse the gardens, a soft-lit backdrop to the resting raindrops. Connor and Oliver sit in a hanging chair, with Connor nestled against Oliver's chest in a way that he would probably be embarrassed about if he wasn't so exhausted. They're some of the last people to leave, and people keep offering them leftover slices of wedding cake whenever they think about getting up.
"Connor?" Oliver whispers, unsure if he's still awake.
Connor mumbles something into Oliver's shoulder.
"Thanks for coming. I'm guessing weddings probably aren't your kind of thing."
"They're not. But this one was nice. Plus, your sister's promised to send me childhood photos whenever I need blackmail material."
"She didn't…?"
"She did. Oh look," he says, getting out his phone, "here's one of your pet rock collection."
"That's it, we're going home so I can show you the photos of her scene phase."
"Sounds fun."
Connor stands up a little unsteadily, still holding his big bouquet of roses with both hands. It almost obscures his face, so Oliver just sees his sleepy eyes peering out. Oliver wants to call him adorable but knows that would make Connor ruin the tableau by scowling. Besides, he thinks that maybe carrying around a symbol of their (in his sister's view) impending wedding might make him a little uncomfortable.
"You know you can leave the bouquet here if you want. It'll probably wilt before we get home anyway – "
"No," says Connor, clutching the bouquet a little possessively, with a dash of tipsiness.
Oliver grins, and can't resist snapping a picture to send his sister.
Aw, his sister texts back, you know what this means right? He totally wants to marry you. You should do it now! DOUBLE WEDDING!
How drunk are you? he texts back, but blushes a little.
"Come on, Ollie," says Connor, grabbing his hand, "are we gonna go home and look at those family albums or not?"
Ok, thinks Oliver, maybe we're already a little married.