They do it like they do anywhere else, but - ( wait. ) Fuss? You tell people not to make fuss when, when you don't want to bother them. Are we bothering out family, our friends with our wedding. I concede we can't get everyone here, but Buffy's up north, the other slayers. We're staying on my family's estate. -- My mom lives on fuss. ( another beat as his congenial, pie-in-the-sky idea dropping slows. ) You know that. ( so, he knows she wants to get married. ) Do you not want a wedding?
[It's the easiest way of putting it, the way she's been telling herself as much since she became a Slayer full time, pulling away from Texas and trying to turn herself into someone who didn't care about what she left behind. It's just a party, one where she has to worry about how many people are seated on her side of the aisle, especially in comparison to who Beck has standing there to support him.
She's never had much family to start with, to look in that front row and see none of them feels like something she'd rather not experience.]
I don't care when we have the party, the important part is the marriage, it's everything that comes after. It's the rest of our lives. That's the part I want.
I want that, too, but don't lie to me. You do care when we have the party. Because we could just have the party and you don't want to have the party.
( He leans against the counter, the small of his back arching against the edge of the dishwasher they aren't using because they wanted to 'help' after dinner. How quaint. )
Have the party now, have the party then, yeah, it's still a party. But if it was just a party, you wouldn't have acted like I asked for something bad. Or, or worse.
( He kicks off the dishwasher, moving to the other wide of the kitchen to fold the placemats. The staff could and will easily do this, but he needs to help.
Not facing her, he concedes. And he doesn't really care, he just wants to be with her. But she could've been honest. )
If you want to go to the courthouse, we'll go to the courthouse.
( Had he missed it? Had she been hesitant? Asking about venues or timing or ideas. Seasons. Had she been into any of those questions. He turns back, placemat bunched up in his hand. )
You could've stopped me from wasting my time. Like an idiot. All those unread emails, I'm guessing. Did you even open one? Make any decisions? Did you want to? Band? Or DJ?
[And started at the options, and then stared at the blank space next to the text message she had sent to her mother just before they had to leave town telling her that she was engaged and seeing no response.
She doesn't have a justification for why she never made a decision though. She knew that the wedding was part of the package, the fantasies of running away to Atlantic City and him being happy with that were just that - fantasies. She just couldn't help but think they would have more time.]
It was just ... hard.
[Also the wrong thing. But more the truth than anything else she's said so far.]
[Her mother hasn't responded to one of her texts in the past however many years, why would she respond to this one? But it still makes that looming weight of a wedding sink even further.]
And it's not your fault. I wasn't talking about it because I didn't want to talk about it.
[Because she didn't want to trample over what he wanted for his wedding, because it's not just about her.]
[She lets him pull her in and takes a deep breath as she rests her forehead against his shoulder.]
I hoped that by the time we actually got around to it, I would be so happy that the empty seats in the front wouldn't matter. Or that I would eventually reach the point where I would make a decision on whether or not to even bother inviting them. And I just ... haven't been there yet.
[Which is the majority of the reason why she's been stalling.]
My dad and my sister, I could probably take or leave. Dad would want to make the wedding all about him and my sister would probably try to ruin it in revenge for vampires crashing her cotilion. But ... I was really hoping my mom would at least congratulate me.
[And there's been crickets.]
But I do love you and I want you to have what you want so I've been trying to get past this. I really have.
You don't have to. We're not the same person. We don't have to want the same things. But, we do have to talk. Much as I like when we ( he nudges her nose with his. ) don't.
( get it? )
We don't have to rush anything. But, we do have to talk about it if I take this post, okay?
( and then... they don't before Thanksgiving, oops. )
We will. When your mother is not around threatening to eavesdrop.
[She loves her, so she says that with the gentlest amount of love.]
And for what it's worth, I think you should take it. We'll have to see how the rest of the council feels about me, but I think you're the best option Cami has.
Like she didn't order enough for the entire block.
( He feels... better enough. But he needs her to say more. And to compromise. Or at least ... get him to understand everything better. Something. He backs off. He doesn't want her sad or hurt.
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They do it like they do anywhere else, but - ( wait. ) Fuss? You tell people not to make fuss when, when you don't want to bother them. Are we bothering out family, our friends with our wedding. I concede we can't get everyone here, but Buffy's up north, the other slayers. We're staying on my family's estate. -- My mom lives on fuss. ( another beat as his congenial, pie-in-the-sky idea dropping slows. ) You know that. ( so, he knows she wants to get married. ) Do you not want a wedding?
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[It's the easiest way of putting it, the way she's been telling herself as much since she became a Slayer full time, pulling away from Texas and trying to turn herself into someone who didn't care about what she left behind. It's just a party, one where she has to worry about how many people are seated on her side of the aisle, especially in comparison to who Beck has standing there to support him.
She's never had much family to start with, to look in that front row and see none of them feels like something she'd rather not experience.]
I don't care when we have the party, the important part is the marriage, it's everything that comes after. It's the rest of our lives. That's the part I want.
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( He leans against the counter, the small of his back arching against the edge of the dishwasher they aren't using because they wanted to 'help' after dinner. How quaint. )
Have the party now, have the party then, yeah, it's still a party. But if it was just a party, you wouldn't have acted like I asked for something bad. Or, or worse.
( He kicks off the dishwasher, moving to the other wide of the kitchen to fold the placemats. The staff could and will easily do this, but he needs to help.
Not facing her, he concedes. And he doesn't really care, he just wants to be with her. But she could've been honest. )
If you want to go to the courthouse, we'll go to the courthouse.
( Had he missed it? Had she been hesitant? Asking about venues or timing or ideas. Seasons. Had she been into any of those questions. He turns back, placemat bunched up in his hand. )
You could've stopped me from wasting my time. Like an idiot. All those unread emails, I'm guessing. Did you even open one? Make any decisions? Did you want to? Band? Or DJ?
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[And started at the options, and then stared at the blank space next to the text message she had sent to her mother just before they had to leave town telling her that she was engaged and seeing no response.
She doesn't have a justification for why she never made a decision though. She knew that the wedding was part of the package, the fantasies of running away to Atlantic City and him being happy with that were just that - fantasies. She just couldn't help but think they would have more time.]
It was just ... hard.
[Also the wrong thing. But more the truth than anything else she's said so far.]
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He sets the badly folded, bunched up placemat back down, moving back to the sink. )
Your mother?
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[Her mother hasn't responded to one of her texts in the past however many years, why would she respond to this one? But it still makes that looming weight of a wedding sink even further.]
And it's not your fault. I wasn't talking about it because I didn't want to talk about it.
[Because she didn't want to trample over what he wanted for his wedding, because it's not just about her.]
I just thought we'd have more time.
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( He would've listened.
He comes forward, snaking an arm around her and drawing her closer. )
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I hoped that by the time we actually got around to it, I would be so happy that the empty seats in the front wouldn't matter. Or that I would eventually reach the point where I would make a decision on whether or not to even bother inviting them. And I just ... haven't been there yet.
[Which is the majority of the reason why she's been stalling.]
My dad and my sister, I could probably take or leave. Dad would want to make the wedding all about him and my sister would probably try to ruin it in revenge for vampires crashing her cotilion. But ... I was really hoping my mom would at least congratulate me.
[And there's been crickets.]
But I do love you and I want you to have what you want so I've been trying to get past this. I really have.
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( He holds her, not separating. Just letting her be. She fits perfectly against him. She always has. )
I just wished you said something. I can't help if you keep it all in. And I'm gonna sound like a right arse if I keep going on about our big day,
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[She lifts her head to look at him directly with a small smile.]
And I loved how excited you were, even if I didn't quite know how to match it.
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( get it? )
We don't have to rush anything. But, we do have to talk about it if I take this post, okay?
( and then... they don't before Thanksgiving, oops. )
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We will. When your mother is not around threatening to eavesdrop.
[She loves her, so she says that with the gentlest amount of love.]
And for what it's worth, I think you should take it. We'll have to see how the rest of the council feels about me, but I think you're the best option Cami has.
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( This will be complicated.
He kisses her forehead, looks behind them and then leans in close, speaking low in her ear. )
I love you, you idiot.
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[She closes her eyes at the forehead kiss and nods.]
And I'm sorry.
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( He stops. )
Ma, we'll be in for dessert. Shoo.
( A door slams, something (someone) scampers. Suddenly, many male voices. He shakes his head and steps back. )
We'll figure it all out, okay?
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[She never doubted that for a moment. And she wasn't lying when she says there's nothing she wants more more than the life that comes after.]
C'mon. Let's go have dessert before your brothers eat it all without us.
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( He feels... better enough. But he needs her to say more. And to compromise. Or at least ... get him to understand everything better. Something. He backs off. He doesn't want her sad or hurt.
And he is so mad at her family all over again. )