Dick was going to say something snide about his being drunk, like that he was just better at it than she was or that he could drink without getting tanked (which would be a bit hypocritical, given his recent rum intake) but instead he looked up at the chapel.
"Here we are." His carefree bravado faded and he sobered slightly. "We're getting married. Are you ready?" He was giving her one last chance to back out, to be afraid, to be a single girl for a few more years, or for a lifetime. As long as they both should live still seemed like a fantastic idea to him, though.