“With my family, I doubt there’s even the slightest possibility that you could lay it on too thick,” he admitted as he glanced over at Dexter. “They’re a lot of true romantics, so lay it on as heavily as you can and I’m sure you’ll have them eating out of your palm by the time the day is through, and perhaps then I’ll finally gain some peace of mind when it comes to seeing them.” A sigh escaped the man’s slightly parted lips, and them only moments later a cry resounded from the doorways of the church. It was a weak, warbly little noise, the cry of a small child it would seem, and the noise elicited an almost immediate reaction in Xavier. His features lit up quite instantaneously and he dropped Dexter’s hand, dropped down to one knee carefully to avoid any damage to the slacks he wore. A little girl wobbled from the doorway, not moving very fast at all due to the wheeled pack she had to lug along behind her on her journey out.<br/><br/>“Xavy! Xavy, you’ve come!” The waifish creature cried, her gaunt face shining just as brightly as her sibling’s did in that moment, despite how she struggled to breathe as she rushed out towards her brother.<br/><br/>“Of course, little Darcy, how could you think I’d miss sissy’s wedding?” he crooned pleasantly, lifting the girl up onto his knee when she finally reached him and grinning down at her.<br/><br/>Darcy glanced over her shoulder and up at the man that stood beside the pair of siblings, and her stormy grey eyes grew wide. She turned and leaned upwards to whisper something into her brother’s ear whilst he brushed away a strand of golden blonde hair from her cheek, and he chuckled warmly at what she had to say, standing and lifting her up in one arm, resting her carefully on his hip whilst the other lifted the little bag she had toted along with her. It would be easier to notice from close proximity that the girl was connected to her little roller bag by a thin, clear tube that was hooked over her ears and ended up at her slightly upturned nose, assisting her with breathing of course.<br/><br/>“Darcy, I’d like you to meet Dexter. This man is my partner,” he introduced softly, lifting his gaze up on to Dexter to prompt the man to say hello. His entire demeanor seemed quite different when he was faced with the bright, albeit sickly child. Though he and Dexter hadn’t interacted a terribly extensive amount, what interactions they had partaken in had been clipped and quite impersonal, but it was clear that the man wasn’t an entirely chilled intellectual. There was something incredibly sweet and vulnerable about the way he interacted with his sister, and it revealed something within him that he didn’t often prefer to show to others, a small sliver of his humanity perhaps.<br/><br/>After pleasantries had been exchanged between the child and her brother’s temporary lover, Xavier kissed his sister upon the brow and carefully lowered her down to the ground, setting her bag down beside her. “Come, we must get inside so Dexter and I can say hello to everybody before the ceremony begins, now that he’s met the most important woman in my life. Also … I believe you have a role to prepare for in that church, missy.” Darcy giggled sweetly in response and nodded, hurrying along ahead of them to get through the massive wooden doors and prepare herself for her role as the flower girl. Xavier shook his head slowly as he watched her go and he glanced over at Dexter, “I apologize for the show. I don’t see her often anymore, so I suppose I get a bit excited whenever I have the opportunity to interact with her again,” he murmured, carefully slipping his hand into Mr. Beckett’s and nodding shortly. “Into the fire we go,” he muttered softly as he moved beside the man into the Cathedral, heading past a small group of excitedly chattering little in a foyer area before entering into the main sanctuary.<br/><br/>The sanctuary was of very basic design, with a center aisle leading up to a clearing in the front, long pews lining either side of the aisle. The interior of the cathedral was very much like the exterior, stark gray stones making up the walls and giving the place a very cool, almost impersonal look to it. Aside from the carpet that linked the aisle-way and the embroidered tarps that hung from the wall, depicting various biblical happenings, there wasn’t much color to the place at all. It was underwhelming, in Xavier’s opinion, but his sister’s fiance had requested they be married within the cathedral, where he had attended services throughout his childhood, and so there they were. Xavier leaned in closer to Dexter as they entered, and he nodded towards the right row of pews.<br/><br/>“That over there would be the groom's family. Not many of them are coming from what I understand,” he murmured. The pews were fairly sparsely populated, but the folks who sat there seemed pleasant enough, all turned out quite nicely as they chattered quietly amongst themselves. On the left side of the pews was an equally hushed crowd, though due to the fact that their sheer numbers were much more they came across as quite a bit louder as they chattered. Xavier glanced over at Dexter and smiled faintly, already feeling eyes boring into them, “I hope you’re ready, darling,” he murmured before leaning in without hesitation to press a chaste kiss to the man’s lips, making it seem as if it was a totally natural exchange for the pair of them quite easily before leading him over to a pew.