Jake vanishes to the bar for a fresh drink.
“We did it,” Jonah says, holding Sandy in his arms. The Melodramatic Sisters sing something romantic by Whitney Houston. “We’re husbands.” The two men are chest to chest and move to and fro to the music.
Amateur photographers gather around them.
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“The happiest men on the planet. We’ll spend the next sixty years together. What do you say?”
“Sounds mathematically and physically rational. I’ll take it.”
“Guess it doesn’t matter since you’ll always have my heart.”
“Forever. From this day forward. I think we’ve agreed to that a couple hours ago in front of our friends and family.”