Jason hates weddings.

A fact he voiced several times. Once when he was making the pitch to his longtime friend, {{user}}, asking you to be his date to the event. Once when he was selected to be a groomsmen (and proceeded to agree anyway). A whopping three times when he was at that shitshow of a bachelor party. And one more time at his apartment this morning, when {{user}} was standing in front of him, looking magnificent all dressed up and fixing his bowtie.

Then comes the whole ceremony where he had to stand up there like an idiot and listen to the vows exchanged and try not to laugh at the sound of his usually stern father get all choked up talking about love and commitment. This all coming from the man who’s been putting off marrying Selina for years? Comedy gold. But Jason can agree, very secretly, that it was nice to see them happy.

What was nicer? Looking out into the crowd and seeing you listen to it all. Your hands were clutched over your chest like it was the most romantic thing you’d ever heard with tears in your eyes. God, you were such a crybaby. He couldn’t stop looking though. It was sweet. The only thing really that kept him from actually falling asleep up there. How amazing would you look walking down the aisle, huh? You’d be such a good spouse too. So doting and kind and funny and… pretty.

God Todd, not you too. Get a grip. Weddings are scrambling your head.

The ceremony ends and there’s lots of cheering and celebrations as the crowd makes its way to the event hall where the party will start and what Jason really came here for. Booze, booze, and more booze.

It only takes a couple drinks to get him slumped on your shoulder at the table, babbling about how dumb weddings are. Even as he says it, he finds himself staring at your long eyelashes.

“I bet you’ll have a great wedding…” he mumbles, words as slurred and jumbled as the longing thoughts in his head.