STRESSED OUT — private

[dannychan]

kyle stared at stan. “what..?” he asked. “oh my god, dude, you’re officiated?!” he squawked.

[peridot.]

"Yes? Why do you think I knew all the words?!?" Stan said, squeaking. Eric's eyes were super wide, and he said, freaking out, "Oh my fucking god! Oh my god, we can't be married! We're only fucking 18!"

[dannychan]

kyle looked T eric and set his hands on his cheeks. “hey, hey! it’s ok, calm down, ok?” he said softly.

[peridot.]

Eric closed his eyes and tried not to hyperventilate, a soft whine leaving his throat, "I can't calm down! Kyle, we're married! We're married and we're only 18!"

[dannychan]

he frowned. “eric! eric, look T me and take deep breaths ok?” he said gently.

[peridot.]

Another soft whine left him, and he looked at his boyfriend - well, husband now - and took slow deep breaths. He then said, squeezing his eyes shut again, "You barely turned 18 a week ago..."

[dannychan]

he blinked. “so? that doesn’t mean we love each other any less.. i mean.. it’s just a new title on our relationship.. right?” he said softly.

[peridot.]

"I guess so, but... It's just.. It feels like such a huge step, and we're barely adults..." Eric said, opening his eyes and looking at his husband with worry.

[dannychan]

he nodded and brushed through his hair. “i know it is, but.. it’s not like anything’s going to change.”

[peridot.]

Stan blinked and said, slowly nodding, "Well, yeah. I mean, I used the same text as an actual wedding, and I'm officiated, but... I mean..." He blinked, and slowly seemed to pale, and Eric stared at him for a moment before saying his voice quivering, "We... Uhm... Wh-What."