"I joked once about a movie. The Big Guy was shocked I even knew about it." G shrugged. He skimmed what he needed from pop culture, movies, television, books, what have you. But, he had never felt the need, even for an op, to know enough about a wedding to know what they 'should' be. "Tracey dealt with the details of the wedding. I just had to play the clueless husband. After that, it was a job. There were weapons and government secrets." And more personal things that had made him think he knew what a marriage should be, lies he'd told himself to stop the loneliness.
Sighing, he shook his head. "I've been avoiding you because I didn't want to make things worse than they already are for you by arguing and I didn't seem to be able to talk to you without annoying you." There was no way he was going to admit that she'd hurt him, almost giving him that moment everyone else would take for granted and then subsequently ripping him apart in the name of explaining normality. She wasn't wrong about his insecurities and not needing them. She wasn't supposed to deal with them, ever. Those were his burdens to bear, not hers to worry about. "I figured, when you needed me, you'd find me and then I'd be less likely to annoy you."
The smack annoyed him, but he hid the reaction.
And then forgot about it entirely when she went on. Really, nothing she said after the part where she said they had agreed to take his name even registered in his mind. "I...you... that is really not fair," he finally huffed, trying not to look as pleased as he felt and failing miserably after being blindsided by the gesture. "Telling me out here, in public." He refused to call her by an alias while discussing this. "Are you sure about this? We don't know if that name bears the same dangers here as it does at home." G personally believed they didn't exist here, that they had been born different people. But, he wouldn't completely discount the possibility. He wouldn't let his parents' secrets be the reason she was hurt. Pulling her to him, he hugged her and said lowly in her ear, so he couldn't be overheard, "You're not going to lose me, Savannah. I promise you that. I just don't want to do anything that will hurt you."
Releasing her, he nodded. "Dress first." His expression turned sly. "Then we just make them believe we'll spend that money and play them until we get what we want for half the price."