He sort of spreads his hands as the door opens. A weak sort of "ta-daa" motion. Part of him definitely has felt guilty about how the dream ended between them. Not the action, absolutely not. But how secret it had been, how spur of the moment and how short lived the little greenhouse marriage had been. Of course he's trying to make up for it.

And of course, his fretting his answered with a smile.

"I don't know yet. Depends on what my date wants to do."

They're both hilarious. He shakes his head slightly, and extends his left hand. Like they're going to walk down an invisible aisle to a little archway. To the table and the items set up. No hesitation, his fingers threading through Adam's.

"We do kind of have a schedule to keep though. If he's still up for it."