So Vince hadn't been kidding about the business thing. But marriage...that wasn't something that was supposed to be so callous and cold. Not that he didn't think that Vince and Honey shouldn't be married - no, they absolutely should because they were perfect for each other in the sense that any other partner would have flown the coop by now. But like this? Treating the union like it was nothing more than a contract? He wanted to smack his dear friend, his best friend, his closest friend - the one who had been there throughout it all - upside his fucking head and tell him to wake up and just be good to her for like, five minutes. Love came in all varieties, that he knew - sometimes it wasn't always dolphins jumping and forming a heart shape as doves were released, but there was no reason to be cruel.
"You're lucky to have her," he said. "She keeps your head on straight, for that I commend you, Skye." Glancing at the impressive spread of cheese and fruit, he smiled. "Do you need any help with that? I'd be glad - "
And then the iPhone interruption. Paul immediately saw who it was, but when Vince pressed ignore, he frowned.
"No, Vince. Please just call her." He picked up the iPhone. "If you don't, then I will."