Of all the things he had expected to see, Xavier melting in the presence of a little girl had not been one of them. She looked so tiny, even for someone her age. Frail, sickly. But for how ill she looked, she behaved like any other child getting ready to perform flower girl duties. Xavier was good with her, and it occurred to Dexter that if the man had a weakness, it was that little girl.<br/><br/>Dexter, on the other hand, was not so good with children. By no means did he dislike them, but he tended not to cross paths with them often. He had no siblings who could have provided him with nieces or nephews, and in his line of work, he simply didn't spend any time around them and as such, being close to them rendered him a bit awkward. He wasn't used to being awkward. Nonetheless, he made a point of saying hello and smiling when he told her that she looked pretty in her dress. That much was true, and flattery came naturally to him.<br/><br/>Darcy ran back into the church and Dexter, ever the doting companion, resumed his grip on Xavier's hand as they entered behind her. The church was as cold inside as it was outside. Grey walls were still grey even behind the extravagant flower arrangements. "It's a bit of a fright, isn't it?" he murmured, lowly enough that only his client would hear him. His eyes traveled sidelong, noting the groom's side and nodding. "I see. Mostly yours, then." He wondered idly if that meant the groom had issues with his side of the family, or if his family had issues with the bride. He wasn't terribly invested in their lot, but he was a touch curious all the same.<br/><br/>Xavier leaning in to kiss him did well to distract him, however, and he returned the chaste exchange with a hint of enthusiasm and a smile as they parted. "Of course. It's not every day that my boyfriend's sister gets married, is it?" Feeling the eyes of strangers on him, he went a bit further by reaching up, laying a hand on the other man's hip. Nothing too showy, nothing overly flirtatious, only a simple touch that would indicate the intimacy a couple was meant to have. Though their interactions would only last for a few hours, Dexter supposed he could have done much worse. Xavier was, though a bit chilly, not an entirely unpleasant individual. He supposed a better word for him would have been "particular." He fancied things just so.<br/><br/>Thereafter, Dexter followed the man into a pew, where they sat toward the middle, surrounded by his family. Sharp ears picked up on a bit of chatter here and there, some of it likely about him. A part of him liked the attention, even if it came from a purely invented source. "I can't even remember the last time I went to a wedding," he remarked, settling with a leg lightly pressed against Xavier's. "Some ages ago, I should think. My cousin's. Nothing on this scale, though."