Owen gave Vincent a crooked look. "That's not an answer!" he declared, though his sire's hint was enough to help him decide. The idea of being snuggled under a blanket in the back of a horse carriage while it clopped around city streets and through the park was definitely the place he wished to be the longest. "Come on," he urged and led Vincent around the gallery at a much brisker pace than they'd previously been achieving. It meant that they occasionally had to lean around people to see some of the photographs because they couldn't afford to wait for empty viewing spaces to open up, but it was enough to get a good feel for the timbre of the showing and also to see everything.
It made Owen feel much better that they saw every picture because he didn't wish to squander money (even if the tickets hadn't been expensive, since the artist was starting out) and it gave him a sense of completion that had him walking out with a satisfied smile on his face. It faded when they stepped onto the footpath and he couldn't immediately see a horse and carriage but walking around the corner brought instant relief as it was very hard to miss a Clydesdale fancily attired and snuffling in a nose bag while a tophatted driver sat behind it looking at his phone.
"Here's the surprise," he told Vincent, lifting his free hand to indicate the horse as they walked towards it and then smiling hopefully at his sire. "I know, it's nothing new to you to drive around in a horse and carriage but I thought it sounded really lovely and I wanted to do it with you - I hope you don't mind indulging me?" he appealed, tilting his head and throwing his sire his cutest look. Vincent didn't get a long time to respond because, in his eagerness, they'd walked very quickly to the driver, who noticed them and nimbly got down from his elevated seat.
"Can I help you sir?" he enquired politely, waiting to be given a name before he welcomed them aboard.
"I'm Owen Harper and this is Vincent," he introduced them dutifully. "I, uh, hired you for tonight," he said, unsure of exactly what to say.
Having heard the name he wanted, the driver was polished and casually reassuring in his response. "Very good, sir, my name's Malcolm. If you'll step this way," he said, urging them both to the side of the buggy, where he opened the side door and lowered the step. "Mind your footing, it could be slippery. Would you like the hood up or down this evening? There's a nice thick blanket on the seat for you and the sides are raised enough that you shouldn't be bothered by the wind, but if you think you'll get cold, the hood offers extra protection."
"We'll have it left down, thank you," Owen answered confidently and used Vincent's held hand to guide him towards getting into the carriage first. He expected his husband would be an expert at such things so he could observe the way he did it, just to guide him a little - as well as his action being polite.
"An excellent choice, sir, there's actually some sky and stars to be seen tonight, looks like those cold clouds might have cleared away for a few nights like the weather woman predicted," the driver said, continuing his small talk as he watched Owen ascend into the carriage after Vincent. Once they were both in, he lifted the step and closed the door on them, then headed to his horse to removed her feedbag so they could be on their way.
Owen didn't watch him, he was too busy picking up the soft, heavy blanket that had, indeed, been placed on the velvet seat for them and settling down against Vincent's right side, the blanket tucked around them. "Wow, this is nice," he breathed, surprised by how high the back of the seat and carriage was and how cosy it felt within. They could see the traffic around them easily enough, yet there was still an element of being isolated in their own world too, especially with the candles flickering in their swinging lamps to light the interior intimately from each side of the carriage. He smiled over at Vincent. "Did you used to have one like this?" he enquired as Malcolm found his way back to the driving seat, called a warning that they were about to start driving and their unusual vehicle lurched quite smoothly into motion in the farthest right lane of the city street. Cars were forced to slowly divert around them and Owen caught a few stares but his attention was held by Vincent when he spoke.