The concept of Rose's family was inspirational to Rye. It gave him hope in all of the nooks he had trapped worry for so long. Worry that his children would look to him like he had looked to his father. It had been enough to frighten him out of getting married years ago despite various urges. Now the Ministry had taken the choice away from him, but he did not know if that was a thing to struggle with. Then again, the image of his mother slowly loosing her battle with depression was enough to make him think and rethink his acceptance, his giving in to all of the demands. All of this, however, would be kept within for the rest of his days. How could he admit to Rose that his family held a poor track record of depression and divorce when her family was so put together and content? They were polar opposites in that sense, and he could not help but pray that whatever children they ended up with would not resent them. Inwardly, he fought for a different topic of thought. The idea of him ending up like his father was enough to put him out. "I'm sure they're worried, this isn't the most casual of agreements. What, with the Ministry making all of the decisions for us, and the tiny time span they've given us? It's enough to give anyone an anxiety attack," he said in disappointment, the idea still wore him thin, but her comment about 'major problems' was even more surreal. Another inward squabble, Shane. He had been doing his damnedest not to think about her, but now she was flitting across his mind. A repeating image of her smiling and shaking her head at something ridiculous Rye had said. Despite all of their best intentions, they could not find the will to end their relationship. So they were still together, but how could Rye tell Rose that he was already in love with someone? He just didn't have the guts to ask her first. He couldn't. But he would. Eventually. Soon, he promised himself. "I'm trying not to look too far into the future," he admitted with an embarrassed laugh. "The situation is already chaotic enough. Now complete with family dinners," he added as she mentioned them. "Does your family host those often?" he inquired. Maybe that would be a good chance to meet them...
Subjects were flying left and right as the two tried to piece the other together. It was difficult getting to know your future spouse in twenty minutes or less. Especially when they both seemed to be the type of people trying to hold everything together even when it was, quiet obviously, about to burst. Rye held his emotions steady while Rose did the same, but he was beginning to feel the pressure of the plans they had coming for them. "I think two weeks is our best bet. Short enough to please the Ministry, but long enough to get everything into order. Did you have any plans for the wedding?" he questioned. Being the boy that he was, daydreaming about marriage was never a past time of his, but he knew his sister Renee and her motives. Girls like thinking about those kinds of things. Which, all in all, meant that Rose might have preferences when Rye had none. Well, other than wanting Remy in the wedding, but he was sure that Rose wouldn't overlook his one family member. Already, he could tell that she would take the girl into consideration just as she had with the living arrangements. He felt a little selfish letting her make all the changes while he just sat there and agreed. "You can start moving your things in any time you like, you don't have to wait out the two weeks. Otherwise, we'll be loaded down by boxes and unpacking. More chaos, fantastic," he joked characteristically. "Plus, we can figure out if we need to buy dressers or anything." He made a mental note to clean out a couple of drawers for her and make some space in his walk-in closet.