"A wedding," he echoes, trying out the thought for the very first time. The race of his heart is mostly inspired by Nate's closeness and the warm, intimate kisses, but in part it's due to fears about what people would say, what they'd think, what they'd... except they can't do. They can't. And what they say and do doesn't matter anymore. Yesterday had helped it finally start sinking in, more than anyone else knows, and Bethany and Nate especially.

He has people he loves, and he is loved by them.

Anders pulls back slightly from the kisses to look into Nate's eyes. "Let's have a wedding, Nathaniel. I would be wed to you." And then he's leaning forward again, returning lips to lips and pressing as much against Nate as possible.