Lance laughed before turning around and meeting Paige's eyes.
"You really meant it?" Regarding the priest, regarding marriage, did she really want it? If he wasn't worried to death about her or busy with being stabbed, he was worked up and scared that she would take that back.
Paige's face fell,
"You did not?"
"NO, no, what do you mean! I have meant it the whole fucking time; I really wanted to get you a dress and everything and a priest." Lance's hand motioned for Miguel to come closer and landed on his shoulder, as if to show her that he had organized him.
"Hahaha, you weren't the one who brought him." Paige was back to being cheerful, although she saw the little priest tremble under Lance's grip.
"Yeah, but if everything went like I wanted it to, then it would be like now, just without shackles," At least he himself wouldn't be,
