The sound of his partner droning on about his upcoming wedding made his senses dull. he was excited to be married, sure. but the process had just started and he was already sick of what colors went well with Blush pink, or what type of cake worked best. honestly, i wall gave him a migraine. Presently was no exception. his hands press deeply into his temples as he tries to coax the new headache away “i just don’t understand why we have to have the wedding outside” his voice is a gravelly drawl, clearly over the entire debacle.