His tiny son stood stiffly by Gunn, his little tuxedo pressed and brand new, face beaming with excitement. The wedding was small, intimate, close friends and very few family members. Fred looked radiant as she came down the stairs of the Hyperion and out into the sunshiny courtyard. Angel lurked in the shade and watched the ceremony unfold.
The celebrant called for the rings and little Connor excitedly fumbled in his pocket, moving too quickly in his haste. The rings clattered to the floor, the metallic ding echoing through the courtyard. Connor's face crumpled.
Before the tears could start, Gunn scooped up the rings and handed them back to Connor, giving him a smile and a quick "It's alright, Champ." Connor was all smiles again as he handed the rings back to Gunn and quickly stepped back to his place.
Angel watched his friends exchange the vows that would bind them together for life, and thanked whatever power that was guiding him that they were all there to witness such an event in their busy, action-packed lives.