"Tony made it," Sam felt obligated to point out. "Well, I say made- I mean designed and made, 'cause he's an overachiever like that. He made all three of them, actually." The twining bands were subtly toned in different colors, and in a different order on each of the three rings. It was, Sam had to admit, a work of art. But, then again, Tony had never been one to slack on aesthetics.

He nuzzled Steve's neck as he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto his finger. "I mean, we could still find an Elvis impersonator to do some kinda ceremony if you really wanted to," he teased. "People'll do anything if you throw enough money at them." Not that Steve really understood the cultural significance of being married by an Elvis impersonator, so the joke fell a little flat.