Pre-Wedding Preparations: John and Ambriel
John froze in place, shoulders up tensely as the angel descended on him and surrounded him with a hug. Awkwardly, unsure how to give affection in return, John patted a place on Ambriel's back lightly. John looked up at Ambriel when he pulled back and held him by the shoulders, unsure if the contact was ending or what was happening as he struggled to focus on what the angel was saying instead of what he should do with his hands.
"Hmm? Oh, the laser tag. No, I think..." John recovered slowly and a sly smirk started to show. "I think your team just sucked at that one."
He watched Ambriel set the bottle down and the witch pursed his lips. Coming closer, voluntarily this time, John looked at his friend's shirt critically. A laugh erupted from his throat, surprising himself. "You... Sorry, you just... It's... Let me fix it." John reached out and undid the buttons that Ambriel had just done. "You missed one." John's slender fingers fixed the error and he looked up at the blond.
"So, on a scale of one to ten, how ready are you for this day?"