Buck felt like he was going to explode under the pressure of trying to plan the wedding, making sure it was perfect. "Your blood pressure is probably through the fucking roof, Evan. Not everything needs to be perfect," a concerned Tommy assured Buck after talking him down once more.
"We both deserve perfect, Tommy. Especially you." Buck had spent years trying to drill that into his future husband's head and he wasn't about to stop now.
"I appreciate it, sweetheart, but not at the expense of your mental health."
"He's right," chimed in Hen, along for the ride today. "Take it down a notch, Buckley."
Buck took a few deep breaths before letting them hug the stress away.