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"Okay, I'm heading this off now before it becomes an issue, because I really don't want to have to call off the wedding." Matt steepled his hands in front of his mouth. "I call dibs on Keith as best man."
Shiro's typing stopped, and Matt grinned. He crossed his arms on the back of the desk chair and leaned down as Shiro turned to protest, silencing him with a kiss.
"Before you say anything," Matt murmured, "consider this: if you let me have Keith, I won't fight you for Akira."
Shiro spun the chair around, fixing Matt with a look. "You won't fight me," he said. "For my brother?"
Matt plopped down sideways on Shiro's lap, looping his arms around his neck. "Good deal, right?"
Shiro shook his head. "This is what we get for having the exact same friend group."
Matt kissed the tip of his nose, still smiling as the gesture knocked Shiro's computer glasses askew. "It sucks, I know," he said dryly. "So do we have a deal?"
"...I feel like I'm getting swindled here, but I'm not quite sure how."
With a laugh, Matt stretched his leg out, absently massaging his knee. The last few days had been jam packed with touring potential venues for both the wedding and the reception, and it had left him a little achy. Even with his brace, there was only so much standing around he could take. He'd almost been ready to brave the paparazzi and do the last few tours in his paladin armor, which had better support, but Shiro had unfortunately talked some sense into him.
On the upside, they had nothing much planned for the rest of the week. Getting quotes from photographers and figuring out how to adequately thank the Kahales, who had offered to handle both catering and filmography and wouldn't accept payment for either.
So, really, Matt didn't have to move from this chair for the next seventy-two hours unless he wanted to. Or Shiro kicked him off.
"Swindled?" Matt asked innocently. "I'm not swindling anyone. It's a completely reasonable compromise however you want to slice it. We should both have dibs on siblings and co-paladins, right?"
Shiro narrowed his eyes. "I suppose..."
"Cool. Cause I kinda already asked Keith and Pidge before I realized I probably should have talked to you about it first."
Shiro took off his computer glasses, folded them in one hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other. "Of course you did."
A smile tugged at his lips, and Matt smacked his chest with the back of his hand. "Hey. It was late and I was emotionally compromised by Lilo and Stitch, and it just sort of slipped out." Shiro mouthed the words Lilo and Stitch, apparently trying to figure out what that had to do with planning a wedding, and Matt hurried on before he got interrogated about late-night Disney exploits. "But seriously--how could I not ask them?"
"No, you're right." Shiro tucked his glasses into his shirt pocket and leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. "Have anyone else in mind?"
Matt leaned his head against Shiro's shoulder, swallowing a yawn. "On the one hand, yes. On the other hand... We should probably decide how many groomsmen--groomsfolk? How many groomsfolk we want. Because I'm tempted to say fuck it and just ask everyone."
"There comes a point where that plan becomes untenable."
Matt snorted. "What, you don't want to try to coordinate a hundred groomsfolk? Anyway, what about you? Who are you going to ask?"
"Akira, Allura, and Lance." Shiro didn't even have to think about it--not that Matt was at all surprised. "I would ask Keith, but to be honest, I kinda figured you would want to, and three is a nice, manageable number."
Matt nodded. Three was a good number, except that it meant he had to figure out one more person to ask. Nyma, maybe? Or maybe Hunk. Or Val. Or... Matt whined into Shiro's shirt. "I don't wanna pick. Can't we just clone Akira and have him on both sides?"
"We are not cloning my brother. I don't think the universe would survive."
"Aww, come on, don't you want to be a triplet?"
Shiro laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and tickling Matt's ear. "Matt?"
"Hm?"
"How late did you stay up last night?"
"Like... three? Four? You know how Pidge and Keith get. I stopped checking the clock at some point."
Humming, Shiro reached up to thread his fingers through Matt's hair, which only made Matt melt even more in his lap. "And then I woke you up with my alarm."
Matt cracked one eye open and tilted his head back to glare at him. "Don't you dare apologize for that. I could have crashed in Pidge's room if it bothered me that much."
"Still, I think maybe you should consider a nap."
"Blasphemy," Matt muttered.
Shiro's breath tickled Matt's ear. "I'm serious. As cute as you are when you're sleep-deprived--and as much as I like Snuggly Matt--I don't think you really want to be making any big decisions right now."
Matt wrinkled his nose and squinted at the laptop sitting on the desk beside them. Shiro had a document open that already had information on five photographers. "You're one to talk. What, did you sit here staring at the clock so you could call the second these places opened?"
"No," Shiro said. "I went for a run to pass the time and started calling when I got back."
Matt laughed. "Same difference. You were up pretty late last night last night yourself. Maybe you're the one who should--" A yawn interrupted him, and Shiro laughed again, patting Matt's shoulder.
"Are you asking me to come take a nap with you?"
"No." Matt sniffed. "I'm just saying I'm not taking a nap without you. I thought we agreed that you wouldn't stress yourself out by obsessing over all the details."
Shiro gaped at him. "I'm not obsessing!"
"No, you're just doing all the reconnaissance yourself. You're part of a team, remember."
Shiro opened his mouth, then went still, only snapping his mouth shut when Matt poked him in the nose. "Sorry. I was just thinking about sending Pidge to gather intel on prospective vendors."
Matt burst out laughing, his knees pulling up to his chest so he almost rolled off of Shiro's lap. "Can we? Takashi. Takashi, please. We'd get so many discounts."
"We're not siccing Pidge on poor, unsuspecting photographers, Matt."
"Aww, boo."
Shiro laughed, prodding Matt in the side until he stood. "Come on. Short nap, and then I'll catch you up on the places I've called so far."
Matt groaned as he pulled himself to his feet and leaned on Shiro all the way to the bedroom--but really, he couldn't complain. He'd take all the lazy mornings with his fiance that the world had to offer.