Yes, Vincenzo says, so free and easy it almost makes Sizhui's heart jackhammer again.

He huffs a soft, contented breath then turns the hand Vincenzo kisses, drifts his first two fingertips along the line of his nose and stops at the tip where he gently taps. Sure, his husband can't carry him across the threshold as is customary, but has anything really been traditional about this wedding so far? He doesn't mind at all, finds no effort whatsoever in moving again, taking Vincenzo's arm, hooking it around his shoulders and readying to lift him a second time. “Come, I'll help you.”