It doesn't matter to Arthur. He supposes he could call his father, who is still alive and living in Iowa, but he rarely speaks to him since leaving the military. As far as he's concerned, everything to do with the wedding is up to Angela. If she wants to go to a courthouse tomorrow and do it in front of a couple of strangers as witnesses, he'd be okay with that.

Or if she wants the big fairy tale, white dress with hundreds of guests present and a string quartet, he'll do that, too.

But there's no rush, no need to think about anything yet. They can just be happy and in love for a while, he figures.

"We can probably skip it for once," he says, kissing her gently.