Pre-Wedding Preparations: John and Ambriel
John nodded, looking down briefly as he shuffled his feet and Ambriel checked the shirt. Ambriel's confidence was sometimes too much to handle for John. he couldn't look at him during those moments because it made John feel small and unable to measure up. Absently, John wondered if this was what everyone felt like when they were standing in the countenance of an angel.
But Ambriel could also be very unsure about himself. John glanced up when Ambriel expressed doubts. John reached out and pulled the sleeves of the shirt down to line them up, focusing on the buttons and the cuffs and not on Ambriel's hands. "Of course he'll come." John looked up and smiled again, lips pressed together. "He might be late, but he'll come." Chuckling, John switched hands.
"In a few hours, you're going to be married to Davian and you'll be together forever."