Guess I never gave it much thought. I mean, most weddings are about the poofy white dress, right? Next to that, the groom's getup plays second banana.

[ Tim, though? ]

Ya look adorable when you blush. I could watch ya all day.

[ Not helpful, Majima. How the fuck were they going to have a coherent conversation when he wouldn't stop gazing, starry-eyed, at his big beefy space cowboy? ]

I could wear a nicer tux. Keep the tie on, and wear my hair down.

[ It hadn't escaped Majima, after all, that Tim was fond of his hair. Half the reason he hadn't cut it. More than half, actually. God, he'd do any stupid thing for Tim, anything to make him happy, and maybe he'd start thinking of post-ceremony happiness inducement techniques in the span between now and then.

They reached the end of the tunnel, where street noise was once against audible. Hey, success! ]

Unless ya have something specific in mind?