"We should go home sooner. Really, we're too sick." He faked a cough. "See? Sick. Very sick. We should get going and get in bed," he said, laughing. Troy made no move to get up, but he stayed there, looking at his lover well after the kiss.
"I love you," he said softly. "All right, if you don't want to do things easily, we'll just have to get on with this planning thing, and then we let her do the work." He wanted Sean happy and they'd find something that would work for them. "Yes, sorry, but I'm not having a Christian wedding. It's all too weird." Of course, that didn't leave them with much, because nothing would mean anything. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know what? You want a religious one, we can have one. That makes it easier, yes? We can have a religious wedding and then a party at the house."