Iestyn blushed at Henry's compliments. Was it weird, to be discussing their wedding in front of this guy Henry had slept with one time? But they had known. Except Iestyn had stressed at his sister about whether he was moving too fast asking his lover to marry him within a year of dating, let alone a matter of weeks, or possibly days.
He gave Henry a fond smile though, because Henry was right about how into each other they had been from the start. "Marriage is supposed to be a commitment, isn't it," he said, taking a napkin to fold into small triangles. "Was it a Vegas wedding, they said?"