[Marco loves Fiddleford - he really, really does. He loves him so much, perhaps, that sometimes he still can't believe they're getting married. He still can't believe he took him back after what happened. He still can't believe they're together even though he's...

You know.

Marco takes Fiddleford's hand, breathes in deep, and ignores a call he knows not to be real.]

Ah, true, winter wouldn't be good for you. In the summer... It would have to be by the lake. Remember how hot it got last year?

[... Two years ago? Summer got hot once.]