You flatten out Quint’s shirt, fixing the collar and buttoning the top button. He grumbles something about how he is choking and you give him a look.

“Matt is getting married, you’ll look nice. For the ceremony, at least.”

Quint tugs you in and presses a kiss to your forehead. He smiles a little and his arms slink around your waist, “What would I do without you, makin’ sure I look all proper?”