[Oh, bless him. Fiddleford barely ever doesn't think about it, so it catches him by surprise when it catches Marco by surprise. Maybe it's because of his own personal feelings on marriage or his own personal feelings on Marco or a combo of the two, but remembering every day that he's going to marry Marco Evangelisti is probably one of the reasons the past several months have been nice in the first place.

He settles his upper body and a good length of his tail onto the bed, while rest remains curled on the floor. One of his hands finds Marco's. This is good. Comfy.]

Mmhm. Summer. Not that that's got to be when it happens, but winter's definitely out, and we don't want too much risk of rain. I was thinkin' maybe we could do it outside. Find somewhere pretty, maybe out by the lake.