Really, Fletcher couldn't help the fact that the corners of his lips twitched up at the vows. He tried to bite down on his lip as subtly as he could, eyes dropping to the ground. Oh, it would be in bad taste to laugh. Right. He was supposed to remember these vows. Oh, Salazar. He remembered Tiberius' face from the night before, so angry and upset. Well, that worked. He sobered almost instantly.
The kiss had been awkward, but not because it was a kiss, mostly it just appeared awkward from the outside. He said nothing, however. Love was a strange creature, and he still didn't care for it. He stood mostly quiet as the license was signed, not really knowing what to do with himself. He was just there for the watching part. Was he supposed to sign anything? They'd tell him, he was sure. Right?