Forever Constant
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Chapter 11: 1933 (part 2)
"You're...you're inviting me to your wedding?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
He seemed taken aback by the question. "Well, why not?" She didn't answer, just continued to stare, and he sighed. "I don't know why. I have no family and few friends on this pla – I mean, in this ti – that is...here." She noticed the slips, but had no interest in his attempts to cover up them up. She hadn't actually known he was from another planet or time period, although she could've guessed it – but anyway, she didn't care.
"And...?" she prompted. The invitation had taken her completely by surprise. Considering how well she felt she knew him, any unexpected action of his was going to go through intense scrutiny by her.
"And...you're one of them," he said, sounding slightly uncomfortable. Perhaps because she was still staring. She made herself blink, something that she sometimes forgot to do when shocked, and glanced down at the letter briefly before looking up again. "Not just one of them, even. You're my oldest friend on Earth." He frowned suddenly. "Probably literally. How old are you, actually?"
"Four hundred. And fifty. I think." She murmured the answer to the question, ignoring his surprise at the number. "And I haven't been to a wedding for most of it."
"So, is that a 'no' then?"
"I don't know," she said slowly. "I have to think about it."
A/N: I haven't actually decided whether she should go or not, but I'm leaning toward 'yes'. What do you think?
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