A Wayward Groom

[gointothechapel]

 It'd happened in the blink of an eye, one moment he was on the trail of his darling bride to be, the next he'd stepped through a door and was faced not with the bitter winter cold of the Colorado mountains or the vision of concrete, wire fences and barbed wire. It was bright, there were people. And these people were not the same people he was used to seeing. No lab coats and cold stares. No mutilated Variants skittering around and attacking anything that moved out of some panicked sense of self-preservation. He hadn't seen anything quite so inviting in what felt like years. Even before the fall of Mt Massive to Billy Hope.  

Eddie could smell the coffee in the air. His stomach knotted. This wasn't right. No matter how his delusions tried to wrap it, there was a gap in logic that even it couldn't grasp at. He had nothing.

What had meant to come out as calling to his Bride to be through the crowd came out sounding somewhat strangled and muted.

"Darling? Where are you?" 

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[gointothechapel]

"I've heard that to the English, tea over here is terrible compared to what they have. I think it was something to do with how the leaves blend with the water." He reached for the sugar, a modest single scoop and a lot of milk. Mostly just so he could drink it quickly. It'd been so long since he'd had a hot drink, let alone something to eat.

He took a sip and sunk into the chair, clutching the mug closely. He'd missed coffee more than he realised. Once the daze of his first sip of coffee in years passed he glanced back at her. There was a nagging. She was being so familiar with him and yet he couldn't place it. Yes, she was familiar too, but... it was blank.

"I can't say I do." He frowned, feeling bad. "But I do, at the same time. If that makes sense? I know that I know you, but I don't know how." Eddie paused and set the coffee down after another sip. "How did I look? Did you know me before Murkoff? I have to say a lot of that's quite hazy to me now." He admitted sheepishly.

[barre_none]

"It's pretty bad, yeah - but the coffee kind of balances it out. Italian coffee is the best I've had though, easily."

At the question of knowing Eddie before Murkoff - however long ago that'd been - she shook her head, lowering her own mug. God she hated remembering this particular story, if only because of how much it made her cringe. It hadn't been her smartest decision in history, not by a long shot.

"Ah...not quite, no. A few of my friends from work decided it'd be a great idea to break into Mount Massive when we were last stateside. While we were wandering around inside, I got separated from them and ran into you, and you helped me get out."

And that was how she was going to leave it, rolling her eyes at herself as she took another mouthful of coffee.

"Not my proudest moment, I'll admit."