Oh, I get free access to the laser, [he murmurs, a stupid nerd joke before he leans fully into the woefully inappropriate kiss - thank goodness they've gotten married here in the lab, and not the Sanctuary. Imagine the scandal. He runs his fingers through Viktor's hair, holding him close to kiss him for even longer, compelled by the sudden thought that this kiss in particular really has to count. It's The Kiss, after all, complete with indulgently dipping Viktor backwards with that arm still looped around his waist, since they're floating and won't topple uselessly to the floor in a pile of stick limbs.

All things considered, he thinks he's doing this wedding thing very well, very accurately. At the end of the kiss he lingers close, pressing another to the corner of Viktor's mouth with a hum.]

What do they say now? I now declare us— very married. By the power vested in me by, as it happens, also me.

[Perfect. His credentials are flawless.]