"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Mohinder smiled, warm and soft and bright eyed as he reached for the pen to sign his name. He used the romanization, though a nagging part of his mind told him to write in Arabic, and set the pen down. It didn't matter that Jack was asking if anyone had any objections (despite it being much too late) or joking over their heads about which one should be the bride, because Mohinder was already in Gabriel's arms.

"Too late," John called, sending a soft laugh through those gathered before the cheering interrupted. Mohinder had no idea what was going on around them.

His world was Gabriel's. And Ganriel's was his. It was as it should be.

"Oh my gosh you two, break it up," Jack said with a laugh and pushed a ring box into each of their hands. "Signatures are great but you should have some bling to go with it!" It was the most unorthodox of weddings.

Ti glanced over at Sasan and lightly took his hand. "Stop pouting."

"You'll throw the best after party," Jim agreed.