The Astronomer and The Florist

Permission and Wedding Preparations

It's been about six weeks, and they still haven't figured out what last name to use. Logan was wanting to start planning the wedding, but Virgil insisted he had to do something first.

So, here he was, sitting in Thomas's living room, clutching a coffee mug. His anxiety was skyrocketing because of what he was about to do, but Thomas's easy smile was helping smooth his nerves a bit, as was Logan's reassuring arm around his shoulder.

"So boys, as much as I love when you both come to visit, may I ask why y'all came this particular morning? Especially since we will all be meeting for supper later?" Thomas asked, smiling at the boys position.

Virgil took a deep breath, and Logan squeezed his shoulder. Virgil sent him a small smile, and then he looked back at a slightly confused Thomas.

"No, I actually wanted to ask your permissi-"

"Yes!"

Virgil blinked, slightly startled from such an enthusiastic interruption, and Logan was trying to swallow his laughter.

Tilting his head, Virgil said "But I haven't even told you what I'm asking you about yet?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow and gestures to Virgil hand that was grasping the mug oh so tightly, as the arm that was slung over Virgil's shoulders.

"Well, I was just assuming that those rings on your fingers weren't just an exploration into fantastic world of jewelry. Was I wrong?"

When Virgil looked down, he saw the engagement ring that was still on his left ring finger, and Logan's ring he had gotten him two days after the proposal. He put his head in his hand and started laughing.

"No, your right. I completely forgot that it might be a dead give away."

Thomas stood chuckling, and went to stand right in front of the couple. He put a hand on Virgil's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeezed.

"If your asking for my permission, I give it wholeheartedly."

Virgil was positivity beaming, and Thomas let a sly smile slip.

"Besides, I am the one who helped pick out that particular ring."

Virgil gasped then punched Logan in the shoulder. "You jerk! You let me worry for no reason!"

Logan doubled over laughing, making Virgil glare at him more. "Falsehood, I told you not to worry. I said that everything would be fine."

Virgil simple hurmped at Logan's words, turned away from him, and declared that he was not speaking to him for the foreseeable future.

Logan tried moving Virgil back to face him, but he wouldn't budge. Logan gave Virgil a teasing, incredulous look and kneeled in front of him.

"So you're not going to talk to me when we go out with everyone tonight? What about when when we reveal who has what positions in our wedding?" Logan asked, stressing the 'our' and tried tugging on Virgil's arm.

Virgil shook his head and looked over at Thomas, who was smiling into his mug.

"Thomas, please tell Logan that I will not be speaking to him at that event."

Thomas just shook his head. "Oh no, I am not involved in this. You can tell your fiancé yourself."

"But Thomas!" Virgil whined, "that defeats the point!"

Logan smirked and picked Virgil up, spinning him around. Virgil alights in laughter, and kisses Logan.

"Fine, you're forgiven, just put me down or that's the last kiss you get today."