"I wanted to," Milo said, in reply to the 'you didn't have to do this', eyes glittering with delight and fondness. He was smitten. He kept grinning, and sniffed when a little of his own tears came back, though not bothering to swipe them away. He was too busy with his arms and lap full of Vince, and wasn't particularly embarrassed. It was just them, and they were getting married, crying was to be expected here, right? It was because of happiness now, not pain.
He stroked Vince's cheek and rubbed his back in soothing circle motions, hum melodic and vibrating in his chest faintly like a purr, attacking his fiance with more kisses and laughing now. It was impossible to contain this kind of energy and excitement. In fact, he collected Vince in his arms and stood up, spinning around like a huge dork in the living room- though not too fast, he didn't want to make his poor darling nauseous again, after all.
"Everything. You did everything," Milo said, short of breath, resisting simply saying 'you existed'. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. I'll cherish and take care of you, make things bright for you- like you do for me without even trying- forever and ever."
He carried Vince, fittingly, bridal style and brought him back upstairs to his-- their room and collapse on the bed in a heap. He didn't know if Vince had the energy for anything more, but he didn't care, either. Whatever happened was fine by him, as long as they were both together. He kissed Vince like they'd been apart for years and just reunited, sometimes endlessly soft, sometimes like his life depended on it.
He stroked Vince's cheek and rubbed his back in soothing circle motions, hum melodic and vibrating in his chest faintly like a purr, attacking his fiance with more kisses and laughing now. It was impossible to contain this kind of energy and excitement. In fact, he collected Vince in his arms and stood up, spinning around like a huge dork in the living room- though not too fast, he didn't want to make his poor darling nauseous again, after all.
"Everything. You did everything," Milo said, short of breath, resisting simply saying 'you existed'. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. I'll cherish and take care of you, make things bright for you- like you do for me without even trying- forever and ever."
He carried Vince, fittingly, bridal style and brought him back upstairs to his-- their room and collapse on the bed in a heap. He didn't know if Vince had the energy for anything more, but he didn't care, either. Whatever happened was fine by him, as long as they were both together. He kissed Vince like they'd been apart for years and just reunited, sometimes endlessly soft, sometimes like his life depended on it.