His mind was always running, kind of a pro and a con of his speed.

But, every once and a while, his fiancé had to remind him to chill out.

He rushes around the house, mumbling to himself.

"Igottacallthepizzaplacefordinner, andthenmakesurethevenueisstillopen, andthenIhavetomakesurethetailorhasourclothes, andthen-"

He screeches to a stop before he can bump into his fiancé, hands up so he wouldn't accidentally hit her somehow.

He freezes when she pulls him down, pecking his lips. His stomach churns and flutters, Wally losing any common sense or thought he had.

"Wally?"

"Ye-Yeah?"