He stared at Wembley in surprise over- well, a lot of things. He looked at their hands, then toward his lap where the two flower rings had fallen, no longer in heart shapes but still overlapped. Then he lifted his head again. There was only one emotion now.

He all but dove forward, arms wrapping around Wembley in an embrace, momentum carrying them both to the ground. But he didn't care, he was full of love and relief and LOVE and he was kissing him and that's all he wanted.