Jason flipped through a wedding-themed magazine filled with overly joyous brides and flower arrangements, mild disgust passing over his face as he saw a particularly offensively ugly dress, covered in fluff and sequined flowers, in an awful, too-bright shade of white.

It wasn't like he was considering the whole matrimony process when he proposed. He was just thinking about his partner; thinking about how nice it'd be to finally settle down with the love of his life, with an official license commemorating their commitment.

He was never made out for all the wedding fuss. Lillies, and seating charts, and tuxedos, and first dances. Pure drudgery, in his mind. He could never picture himself at the end of an aisle, awaiting his lover with a smile on his face.

He was cut out more for violence, better suited to smashing someone's skull in with the back end of a pistol than sending out invitations and save the dates.

He sighs, flipping the magazine shut and setting it off to the side, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know about all this, babe. Can’t we just go down to the courthouse? Go on a nice weekend getaway after, just you and me?”