And Dinner Ends Abruptly
Antonio had made dinner. It was part of the agreement of them being together in the first place. Lovino had to cook all day at work. He was not a freak, like his brother, and would still want to do it by the time he got home. If Antonio wanted him to cook him something, he would come to the restaurant. Well, most of the time. Lovino did find himself occasionally making breakfast. Because Antonio took forever to wake up.
Actually, it took Antonio forever to do a lot of things. Lovino knew he must be the most patient man in the world to deal with him.
"Did you look through those catalogs?" Lovino tried to ask the question nonchalantly. After all, he was expecting Antonio to be liking everything in it and had yet to decide on anything. It was Antonio.
"I thought we were going to look through them together!" Antonio said happily. Lovino's hand tightened around his knife.
"I... wanted you to already have some sort of an idea when we looked at it," he bit out. Taking a calming breath, his mind suddenly landed on what he had really wanted to ask. "Where are we going for our honeymoon?"
Antonio actually seemed to be thinking about that. "Where do you want to go?" he asked Lovino. Lovino shifted in his seat before he stood up. In a few steps he had turned Antonio around in his chair and pushed the chair back so that it leaned against the wall.
"I. Asked. You."
Antonio stayed quiet for a moment, simply looking up at him. Lovino knew something was getting through though, because his usual oblivious grin was not there. "I was thinking Barcelona."
"I wanna go to Rome."
"Oh, well if you–"
"Don't second guess your answer!" Lovino shouted, letting go of him and walking away.
"Lovi..."
He turned around to face Antonio once more. At least the man was on his feet and not just sitting there dazed. Lovino tried to calm himself down. After all, these were all things they would discuss.
"You can at least tell me which of your stupid friends you've chosen to be the best man."
Antonio seemed rather surprised by that. "What?"
Lovino seethed.
"We don't have a caterer, we haven't decided on any stupid decoration scheme, we don't have our suits, we don't have a cake, we haven't decided where we're going for our honeymoon, and you haven't chosen a best man?"
"Oh!" Antonio blinked, surprised. "I thought you were doing that."
Lovino seethed more. Antonio blinked again.
"I meant choosing a best man! We are both–"
"You proposed to me, you moron!" He threw one of the recliner cushions at him, which Antonio simply caught. Letting out a muffled scream, Lovino stomped up the stairs.
Antonio was sleeping on the couch. It was really for his own good, because Lovino was trying to keep himself from killing him.
At this moment Lovino realized that he really wanted this wedding. He really wanted it and he wanted it to go right. At this rate, neither of those things were going to be accomplished. Well, maybe the first would happen, but not the second. Lovino was not about to stand for that.
Which was when Lovino realized maybe he knew less about this entire process than he previously thought, because he did not know what to do next.
He hated to admit it, but he needed help. And he knew the exact girl to ask.
Notes:
I think Lovino has a genuine reason to be irritated. On the other hand, Antonio was the one asking these sorts of questions in the first chapter. I think they both need to gather their wits together.