Michael is close to preening, and he stares at him, knowing that their wedding date is going to be the most important date to him, but hearing it from Alex makes him practically melt, because it's July 31st. It's their wedding.

It's them.

"You're on a festival poster, Alex!" he shares, laughing brightly, acting loose and carefree, like he really is seventeen again and Jesse Manes never happened. He doesn't look the same though, what with his hair down to his chin in long curls, and the scruff on his face. "I'm so proud of you," he whispers.