A wedding in the garden where they could both see the sky. It was perfect. They had, both of them, had the sky taken away for a time. To be married under the trees, breathing fresh air- "It's perfect," Henry grinned. He leaned his head against Iestyn's as he perused the pins. "Oh my god, I love it. You're brilliant, you are. Do you want to do it here, or find an outside venue?"