Then I will. Because what I really want is for the both of you to stare at me, a lot.

[She's the only one upright at this point, and the only one not draped over her lap in some capacity, and so it's reasonably easy for her to reach and card her fingers through Trevor's hair with one hand while the other brushes stray strands and flyaways out of Alucard's eyes.]

We could match them. My bouquet, your lapels, and the flowers in our hair. It could all go together.