"Sounds like you read my mind," Cathy notified him agreeably, focus following his as he lifted his head and coming to the same conclusion. "Tomorrow we can look at the calendar, find some concrete dates." She took in a breath of air. "Maybe have an answer when people ask if we've picked one yet. Have you started getting the harassment yet?"
Cathy wasn't blind to what he was doing, the care taken in making sure she was happy with the arrangements. And she loved him all the more for it, knowing that weddings and sunset ceremonies had never been quite his thing. "Fair," she repeated with a nod, businesslike. Reb, decidedly bored with his owners, gave a snort and abandoned ship, bolting off toward some toy or another in the next room. She glanced at the newly vacant space next to her, not in a hurry to move.
"You know," she said quietly a moment later, when her attention was back on the lawyer, laying her head down against his shoulder. "It's gonna sound as cheesy and contrived as the worst pickup line in the world, but I don't care. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you."