[ It's warm, and familiar, and Erik basks in it. There's the little feeling of Charles, settling in his mind and keeping him company - but something else, too, a thread linking him with Pierce that is shoved somewhere into the back of his mind for him to ignore. When he feels Parisa make herself at home there, there's a gentle flush of something warm; he clearly cares for her. ]
It wasn't a planned affair, otherwise you would've been the most beautiful bridesmaid.
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It wasn't a planned affair, otherwise you would've been the most beautiful bridesmaid.