Eric: Hey, fiancé.
Mateo: Oh, God. What parts did you hear?
Eric: Not much, since my mom was crying a lot, but I was able to catch that we're getting married?
Mateo: Okay, I swear this is all Jonah's fault...
Eric: It's fine. I'm sure Parker will get a new tooth soon and they'll forget that we promised them a big wedding.
Mateo: [sighs in relief] Yeah. Although...
Eric: That's a pretty big "although" to leave hanging.
Mateo: [sighs] I don't know. I've been trying not to think about my future just 'cause it's so up in the air with my status, and, you know, everything being hell, but... I'm just sick of putting everything on hold. So... yeah. I want to marry you someday. I mean, not that I even know if that's something you want..
Eric: But it is.
Mateo: Really?
Eric: We should start talking about it. [Mateo sighs in relief] I just would've preferred we talk about it before my mom started sending me photos of matching white tuxes.
Mateo: [laughs] Oh. [kisses Eric] We would never do matching white tuxes, by the way.
Eric: Never!