Justin picked up another slice and added, “Even if we don’t mean to. We are.”
“Yeah, fair enough, but we’re not inviting the UN Special Committee to our wedding!”
“So you did read it. I think maybe they’re just Kris Starr fans and they want an excuse.”
“I don’t mind being a symbol with you,” Kris said. He didn’t. He’d known that, a rose-red bloom of certainty, from very early on: if Kris Starr was going to wake up and take a stand for a cause, it’d be for this, for the man he adored. “We are anyway. Like you said. But this is our wedding. It’s personal.”