Not every husband is some charming man out of a romcom or Jane Austen novel. Some of them are real people who deal with the same shit day in and day out as part of the life they've built with someone. You'd know that if you could look outside yourself for two seconds.

[He doesn't care if it's wallowing; he's getting himself a drink and any arguments to the contrary are getting shut down. If Dorian cares to bring it up.]

Are you so thick you don't see it? Or so cynical you've forgotten what it's like to daydream? [He shakes his head as he pours a double of whiskey for himself and immediately throws it back.] Landing the eternal bachelor was only the start. Landing him and having him love me enough to say yes to my one stupidly selfish and silly request is the dream. A dream I only want with him. No big ceremony. No white lace gown. No top hats or tuxes. Just us, swearing ourselves while we exchange vows and rings, then living on as we have.

[It would be so easy. He frowns as he pours himself another drink.] You're scared it's going to end the way Harry told you it would, or that I'll do something reckless and stupid if you hurt me. But I'm not Sybil, and I'm not some stranger who's just met you. I know you, Dorian Gray. I chose this life with you. I know loving you will hurt sometimes. [Another shake of his head as he trudges back over to the other man and offers the refilled glass.]

I'm willing to take that risk with you, because that dream only comes true with you.