It had been twenty minutes since his phone call with Josh, and he was still undecided on what he was going to do.

On the one hand, what Josh said did make a lot of sense. If he didn't go back, that would stick. He knew that when he came back would end up saying more in the long run than when he left; that didn't mean he still wasn't hurting.

How right am I, though? That was the same thought that had plagued him since he had gotten off the phone. It had been easy to think that it was mostly her fault since he had left. In reality, he knew it wasn't; he should have turned Mr. Mammoth down, and he should never have left. Still, she shouldn't have said what she said.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he had left the apartment and began walking in the general direction of Sawyer's apartment. Admittedly, he still wasn't totally certain that he would be going back there; Still, it was a start.

He had reached Pinky's Diner when he came to the conclusion that he would need to make a decision. Whether or not he had reached a point where he was ready to go home (Do I get to call it home?). Taking a moment to take a breath, he stepped into the diner.


Soon after Sawyer had decided to give up and go to bed, she realised that there was no hope of her getting any sleep that night. She sat up with a sigh, deciding that some coffee might be enough to get her through the rest of the night.

She shot a glance towards the door, before giving up hope and returning to the kitchen. She had tried to call Tillie, but hadn't gotten an answer. Still, Sawyer was the only person who ever called her, and Sawyer still hoped that if she noticed the missed call that she would come around. She always did. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be as wedding-focused an evening as Tillie would hope for. Unless she considered 'Will he still want to marry me?' wedding conversation.

She sat back as she let the water boil. She knew she would be fine if this ended them, at least in the long run. That didn't mean that she wanted it to. She always thought that the point of adulthood was understanding the gulf between what you need and what you want. She just knew that she wanted Danny, even more than she wanted to admit.

*Knock Knock*

Sawyer shot up at the sound at her door, and looked at her clock. It was one a.m, far too late for normal callers. Still, she had little hope for it being Danny. In fact, the more she thought about it the more she realised it would probably be Tillie, back from her Bridge Club. Sawyer stood up, and went to answer her door.

She pulled open her door, fully prepared to give Tillie the full story. What she didn't expect was to see a certain orange tabby staring at her, two cups of take-out coffee held out as a kind of peace offering.

'Truce?'


Once Sawyer had her chance to throw her arms around the man who she was starting to suspect she would never see again (and clear up the coffee she had made him spill all over his nicest vest), the two had retired to the sitting room to engage in a capital 'T' Talk.

'What do you think would have happened if you hadn't spoken to Josh?', Sawyer asked, staring down at the dregs of coffee left in her cup. They had managed to have this conversation without it being too painful, but that didn't make it easy.

'I like to think I would have made it back. Might have spent more time being stubborn about it.'

'Can't blame you. Tonight was not my proudest moment.'

The two took a moment to look at each other, and to take in every line and mark on the other's face. It didn't take more than a moment before both had discarded their empty cups and wrapped their arms around the other.

'I never should have-'

'Don't be silly, I was such a-'

'That doesn't make-'

Sawyer leaned in to kiss him hard and fast, putting an end to any further apologies. She pulled back to look at him, a smile playing on her lips.

'Now we just have to think about how we're going to handle this wedding.'

Danny gave a frustrated laugh, 'Don't I know it. I kinda wish there was some way we could skip the entire wedding business and just get to the marriage part without upsetting everyone.'

'I'm not sure how well Tillie would take that.'

'LB might feel duped too.'

Sawyer lay back, trying to block out any further thoughts of this wedding. Still, after a few moments something occurred to her. She turned on her side, to find herself face-to-face with Danny.

'Okay, so if Tillie has her way we'll have at least 300 people at this wedding. How many of those people would you want to actually be there?'

'It's not that I don't want people there...'

'Danny, it's me you're talking to.'

'Maybe 80 of them.'

Sawyer frowned, 'My thoughts exactly. God, it's not like either of us even want it to be a theme. I'd much sooner just head somewhere quiet with the people I wanted and get it all over and done with.'

Danny smiled, 'That sounds pretty perfect to me. You, me, our friends and family and somewhere private. If only, eh?'

As he said it, Danny could see the cogs turning in Sawyer's head, 'Penny for your thought?'

'Who's to say we can't?'

'What do you mean?'

Sawyer stood up, 'Who's to say we can't do it that way. We can have anyone we want there in California in two weeks. We can probably get anywhere we want booked if we just mention our names.'

Danny looked up at her, a smile starting to spread across his face, 'What are you saying?'

'I'm saying that you and I should rent a nice hotel up the coast for a couple of nights. We get a judge up there to marry us, then we can hold everything there. No crowds, no photographers, and nothing which doesn't get run by us.'

Danny beamed, 'We can probably head straight out on honeymoon after it too!'

'And we can afford to put everyone we want there in a room for at least a night. I take it this is a date, Mr. Kelly?'

'That's right!' Danny beamed, and stood up to wrap his arms around Sawyer in a tight embrace. The moment only lasted a moment, when Danny leaned in to whisper something softly into Sawyer's ear.

'This means you have to break it to Tillie.'