James knew for the longest time that Lord Gloria could never get married. The commitment was too great for him; it involved too much responsibility. When Dorian loved, he loved deeply. It almost frustrated James the way he grew so emotionally attached to everyone. He never forgot a face, even if it was someone who waved to them or smiled when he and James took an occasional stroll around the neighborhood in the evening.
If he ever were to marry, it would be to The Major. That never would happen in this life, so James found it safe to say that Lord Gloria would certainly not be getting married anytime soon. This made him happy-delightfully happy. Dorian was unable to ever belong to somebody, but he belonged to James more than he belonged to anyone else, including stupid Uncle NATO.
Sometimes James liked to pretend he and The Lord were a happy married couple. When Dorian patted his hand and tickled him, and when he gave Dorian back rubs and helped him pick his outfits-it felt like they were an old couple who had been married for decades and took care of one another. It was ridiculous, he knew, but ridiculousness had never stopped James from doing things before.