Today was the day. Your wedding. It was a day long awaited for Peter, and he even got clean for your guys' wedding. You had said you wouldn't marry him unless he stopped harming himself, and he did. He did it for you.

His nightmares stopped, and he still struggled, but you struggled together. He was your rock, and you were his.

Already at the venue, the day of, he ended up getting nervous, and came to you about it as you got ready. Although he knew he shouldn't look at his bride, as the old wedding tradition went, he needed to regulate right now.

Peter ended up hiding in the closet in the dressing room, saying it was "similar to the one in your old apartment." His safe space.

Lucy and TK entered the dressing room to accompany you.

"We tried to avoid Peter on the way here, as the tradition goes." TK commented, their english accent clear as they spoke.

"Yeah, we assumed he'd be into that sappy shit." Lucy smirked as she playfully jabbed.