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This is crazy. Sean's done quite a few mad, impulsive things in his life, but this... well, maybe it isn't quite the craziest, but it's definitely up there. Still, it has to be telling that, amidst the slight creeping panic that he's steadfastly pushing on through, he hasn't yet felt a shred of doubt about this being exactly the right thing to do, the perfect way for them to finally go about the whole messy business of getting married.

He's getting married. Again. The big day came and he didn't even realize it. No more affairs to get in order, no more planning, it's just going to happen. What more can a man ask for?

Well, alright, there are a couple of small things left to do, but taking care of one of them is the reason he's out in the jungle right now, so it hardly counts. It should probably concern him that Wolverine is the person who immediately came to mind when he needed to come up with a witness to be his entire side of the wedding party, but he's getting married in less than an hour. He's got far better things to worry about than his lack of a social circle.

"Logan!" he barks as soon as he's within shouting range. "Ye busy?"

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I've gone from being on more teams than is probably sane to being on effectively none. I spend my time hunting boar when I used to hunt superpowered @$$holes bent on taking over the world or just blowing it up.

No, I'm not busy.

I hoist the axe back on to my shoulder. I don't really need to be chopping wood, but sometimes it just feels good to swing a blade into something.

"Depends," I say. "Why do you want to know?"

Sean pauses for a second before replying, something about doing so feeling strangely like a big deal. As if letting someone else in on this, expanding it beyond just himself and Meredith, is all that it takes to make it no longer just a mad whim, but something that's actually going to happen. The moment passes quickly enough, though, and his concerns about how best to ask fall easily aside in favour of his defaulting to the direct route.

"Gettin' married, need a best man. Ye in?"

He doesn't beat around the bush. I appreciate that.

Now, my experiences of marriage haven't ended particularly well. Hell, I can't think of many people I know that have managed it. I might've said Parker, if we were back home, but look how that's gone.

For all that, I'm not going to be disparaging. If Sean wants to try for the happy ending, good for him. And if that makes me a sap, well, that's why I'm not saying much of that out loud.

"Yeah, all right," I say. "How long've I got to throw the bachelor party?"

Sean can't help but grin, oddly relieved even though it isn't as if he had a whole lot riding on this. That's one task down, the rest shouldn't be more than a waiting game.

And not much of one, at that.

"Ehm... jus' under an hour? Less some time ta get changed, we should prob'ly get on that."

"Is it too late to turn you down?" I say. Kidding, obviously. I can live without a bachelor party, I suppose. I'll just grab someone else I know and drag them to the Catscratch and use this as an excuse.

"You don't give a guy much to work with. I don't exactly keep a tux in the cabin."

"Well, I wouldnae want ye ta show me up, would I?" Sean asks wryly, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief at getting to avoid some ludicrous night out. "C'mon, ye've been to parties an' whatnot. Long as ye're nae dressed like a log driver, I doubt anyone'll kick up a fuss."

"Like I said, you don't give a guy much to work with," I say, with an amused smirk. They don't keep me around for my keen fashion sense.

I swing the axe, burying it the stump. It's not really good for it, but we're in a hurry, apparently. "Gimme a sec to stop looking like a log driver."

"Grand," Sean says with a nod, unable to suppress a grin any longer. "There's still plenty o' time ta get it all done, I figger, but I'd still rather nae dawdle, if'n it's all the same."

That's what the entire last year has been for.

"Do you have rings I need to look after?" I say, ducking into my cabin to dig up my nicest threads, leaving the door open so he can hear me.

"Rings, aye!" Sean says, latching right onto that since it's about the only thing that he's gone out of his way to get done properly in all of this. "Back at me place, I'll be sure an' grab 'em when I get changed meself."

"Least we don't have to find those in an hour," I say. Probably end up with a pair carved out of bamboo.

'course, for all I know, that's what he has. Maybe it'd be considered sweet, I don't know.

I come back out, buttoning my shirt. "Times wasting, then. Let's go."