“so what if we get married?” axl asks. you’re sitting in his winnebago, under the same blanket. you go to the same college, you’ve been dating a while but.. “married?” you ask. he nods. “yeah. like.. in the courthouse or something. today. or tomorrow, i’m flexible.” he says, leaning back on the bed. “and then, when we’ve got our shit together, we can have a real wedding. a big one my mom would love.” he adds.