"April," he tells her, then laughs. "Jesus, that seems so much closer than I figured, but yeah, we picked a date. April 16th. It's a Saturday."

Their plans are still small and he's sure they're going to stay that way. There's nothing overwhelming he would want, nothing over the top or too fancy. They're not those people and while he understands and appreciates there are others who want that, it just isn't for them. This is going to be what they want, everything they want, and he's enjoying the planning process more than he had thought he would.