How did he get so lucky, Vegas wondered. Pete had every reason to hate him and yet... here he was newly married to the monster who kept him captive and tortured him. A monster Vegas saw reflected in Pete's eyes. Something he kept under wraps. Something mostly for Vegas to see? Perhaps going forward.

Vegas clung for a few minutes until his eyes were dry, oh so grateful for Pete's quiet acceptance of his emotional outburst. When he finally pulled away, he swiped the back of his hand over his eyes and sighed.

"We're turning pruney."