It isn't fair, but he knows that God doesn't give him more than he can handle. Even if God has way more faith in him than he does himself. But, maybe, there are perks. Like his brand new wife of a little over thirteen hours holding out the suppressor to him. Cautiously, he peels off his right glove and takes the ring from her with his left hand.

Then, he slides it on.

Faith can be rewarded.

He knows it's working because his skin suddenly doesn't feel hypersensitive. It doesn't feel like it's reaching out to just touch things. So, he takes off his other glove, revealing his wedding ring. Then, he tunes the alarm clock radio to some slow song with no words and offers her a bare hand. Standing there shirtless, in only his jeans and socks, he wants to dance with his wife.

"Well," he whispers. "We should fix that, don't you think?"