His dad would likely demand payment for the ruined wedding.

Anja's buds were likely cooking up the vengeance scheme of all times.

His female friends would likely be a bit less understanding than normal.

Going back to, or even keeping his current apartment was iffy, at best.

The tuxedo was still rented, and now would probably carry an extra cleaning charge.

Walking away, leaving Anja to tell the bad news alone was something he'd never forgive himself for.

Somehow, he sensed this would leak to the entire town.

He said the words.

"Joss, could we just skip to late May?"