w e d d i n g
3.
Nathan's death was a shock, one of those events that is terrible for stealing such a constant of the world. Shaking, Jo threaded through the crowd, with no destination, no plan in mind. A hand caught her, spun her round, crushed her into a hug. "You look so beautiful," his voice caught, one hand in her hair, pulling her closer. "I prefer deathless weddings, so I can just lust after you in peace," his jokes, his laugh, were mirthless, hollow attempts at grief-avoidance. She pulled his face to hers, softly. "Please don't ever go."
Zane smiled. "You know I won't."
3.04 - I Do Over