Between The Two Of Them They Have Enough Sense To Fill Something
Lovino was screaming nonsensical things. Feliciano felt like this was familiar.
"Lovi! Wait up! Wait for me... what happened? Lovino?" Feliciano called after him, only able to catch up to his older brother because Lovino was not moving in a straight line. He managed to catch him by the wrist and Lovino did not even try to pull away, simply just kept moving forward. "Lovino?"
"He's not taking it seriously! After everything...!" Lovino's mouth kept moving after that last word, but no other sound escaped him. His arm came up to wipe away the tears streaming down his face.
"Of course Antonio's taking it seriously!" Feliciano responded, trying to keep himself from thinking that his brother was really just a big idiot. That was not nice, after all. If not true. Still, maybe it took knowing how bothered Antonio was when he had been trying to get that ring from Matthew when they had thought Matthew was Alfred. Antonio had been really bothered by not being able to tell Lovino what was going on. After all of that... why would he not be taking this seriously.
"This was a stupid idea," Lovino sniffed, now only walking. Feliciano walked at his side, hand still in Lovino's. "I knew I was marrying an idiot. Why did I even say yes? That was stupid, I was setting myself up for this." Feliciano stopped in his tracks, not letting go and forcing Lovino to stop.
"You're an idiot."
"Wh-what?" Lovino spluttered, turning to face him. Feliciano steeled himself for the response, through instantly found himself regretful of his words.
"If you knew all of that, you obviously didn't think it was too bad of an idea when you packed your things!" Feliciano stated as firmly as he could. "You've already moved out."
Lovino stared at him. "But I just–"
"No buts!" Feliciano interrupted, pushing at Lovino's shoulder. "I know this is something we're really good at, but you need to stop running away! It's your wedding, Lovi! Stop being so emotional and have it already!"
Lovino glared at him. "What would you kno–"
"Come on. Really?" Feliciano asked with a frown. "How many times have you broken up with Antonio?"
Scowling, Lovino turned his head away from him, trying to pull his hand away. Feliciano did not let go, because he was worried that Lovino might just run for it instead of answer him. "I don't know. I didn't bother counting."
"Then let's work with smaller numbers," Feliciano hummed, thinking about it. "How many other people have you gone out with?"
"You know that answer, stupid."
"How many?" Feliciano pushed forward. Lovino's irritation now appeared to be aimed toward the ground.
"None."
"There you go!" Feliciano exclaimed. Lovino finally looked back up at him.
"What was that supposed to prove?" Feliciano opened his mouth, thought about it, then shrugged. "Oh, you're just hopeless."
"Says the Vargas who just ran out of the wedding rehearsal," Feliciano responded.
Lovino rolled his eyes. "You ran out after me, idiot."
He had! Feliciano blinked and tried to think of something that would turn the conversation around again, but was coming up with nothing. "Ve..." Maybe he could say that he would never run out of his own wedding rehearsal, but with all wedding preparations appearing to end up like this Feliciano decided he really did not want to have a wedding rehearsal of his own. Ludwig would understand that, right?
"There you both are!" Feliciano and Lovino both turned to see Marcus walking toward them. Feliciano gripped tightly to Lovino's hand, though he was not exactly certain why now. Maybe because Grandpa would notice him if he was right here? But he would be right here whether he was holding Lovino's hand or not. Feliciano did not know.
"I'm trying to convince Lovino that he's not making a mista–" Feliciano started, with Lovino growling "Shut up stupid!" at the same time, but Marcus smiled and waved it off.
"Pre-wedding jitters," he explained. Suddenly it made sense to Feliciano. Why had he not thought about that earlier?
"Oh! Okay!"
"No it's not!" Lovino shouted, finally pulling his hand out of Feliciano's grip. "Grandpa!"
"Not about Antonio," Marcus continued on, placing one arm around Lovino and the other around him. Feliciano leaned into it immediately. "You want everything to be perfect. And I'm not telling you to not strive for perfection, either of you. But I want you both to remember that you cannot always expect it. Strive for your best and you'll have it."
Feliciano was ready to absorb those words when he realized something. "I already do that!" Erm... most of the time. Most all of the time. I strive to do that all of the time. Yeah. Excluding the last week or so. Uh huh...
"Of course!" Marcus responded cheerfully. "You take on after me Feli. Well, the good parts. Most of them– Who wants to make past for an early dinner? This will give you enough time to calm down to talk to that groom of yours, Lovi."
Feliciano did not know who said 'me' first, himself or Lovino. Nevertheless, they left to do that. Feliciano did not know about Lovino, but he certainly felt a lot better. And because Lovino was not pouting or trying to pull away, Feliciano believed that Lovino did too.
Notes:
It is familiar, Feli. Like chapter twenty seven of Comedy of Errors familiar. It is in commemoration of the fact that this story is twice as long as Comedy of Errors. At least in chapters it is, it will take a few thousand more words to match up to the same (I guess I just wrote more notes a chapter or something?). Whatever the case, that is what it is. Though I promise it will not double in size from here before I finish it. I think I am finally hurtling over the hedge.
Marcus is an intelligent blabbermouth, which means sometimes he says (or begins to say) some profound things that he does not mean to say. At the same time he is a pleasant intelligent blabbermouth who can pretend to be stupid, so it is quite easy to cover up.
