He shook his head, a smile on his face. Nobody was going to protest, or else they were going to be in a massive amount of pain. (Diego was ill, but he had a hell of a right hook nonetheless.)

Squeezing her hands, he rolled his thumbs over her knuckles and closed his eyes beneath the visor. He could still see her perfectly. It may have been the first time he was happy about that quirk of his vision. He could try to fight off the tears in his eyes and still never look away from her.

Finally they're at the vows. The judge recites them from a book, as they'll both have their share of speeches at the reception. Diego has never bothered to listen to every word before.

To have and to hold... Yes.

For richer, for poorer... Absolutely.

In sickness and in health... His chest heaves a little at that, a withheld little emotion escaping before he can hold it back.

As long as you both shall live?

And longer, he mouths. "I do."