"I don't think the mushiness has stopped at any point today," Dan points out, turning instinctively toward his husband. His husband. "That's how it's supposed to go, I hear, so I think I can be excused." His own voice stays soft, a little wobbly from happiness, and his smile ends p pressed to the line of Marcus's jaw.

He'd be happy to stay in so many of the moments that keep happening today, for as long as he can, and this is one of them.

Arms wrapped around Marcus now, he enjoys the contrast of cooling sea breezes while nestled against the warmth of his husband, almost drifting on the sense of security (sexier than it sounds) of finally being here. "Don't suppose your daughter could help jump start this place into doing one of its things, only it's a tropical honeymoon destination and the worst thing that happens is a sunburn."