Jamie hadn't minded Kat and Deirdre sticking close to him at all. He was doing his best to be as calm as he could, in the midst of all the madness happening around them. He wasn't sure how well he was keeping it off his face, but he was trying. Kat didn't need a worry feedback loop.
He kept one arm curled around Deirdre as she slept, his other hand tangling with Kat's. "You will, KitKat," he told her. "They'll find him, and then you guys can have a proper wedding. Complete with me sobbing and Dad taking a ton of pictures."