No. It's not — it's nothing to do with proving a point, or having something we can't, or...

[He hesitates, like he's searching for words and not precisely sure he'll be able to come up with them in any sort of satisfactory way.]

It's just...well, what purpose is there of a birthday party, or a graduation ceremony? It's a lot of pomp and circumstance and spectacle, and none of it has a single thing to do with what you have learned or haven't you. It's being surrounded by people you care for, and sharing — being happy together, and —

[And gradually he falls silent, as the act of actually spelling out his whim seems to bring the weight of reality back into them. Because of course, that's a dream for a universe where he belongs, isn't it? One that takes for granted the presence of parents and friends, and being known.

It begs the sobering question: even if they were married tomorrow, who would he even invite?

He draws in a slow breath, contemplating the crumbling of his fancies, and shakes his head.]

...It's just a whim. I can't explain it any further than that.