last one to know
Standing outside the church on a cold afternoon in March, he is content to stand sentry, to let the ceremony going on inside continue all the way to it's conclusion without saying anything to stop it. He hadn't been, at first, when the news had finally trickled down to him.
It was one thing for his wife to get on with her life, entirely another for it to happen and not know about it until Madigan had let it slip that she was going to a wedding in two weeks.
Things had fallen into place... namely why his wife had been out of town while his son received an award for that Business Buddies thing that had turned into a fiasco. Even just thinking about it now, he shuddered in disbelief and disgust at how his family had nearly been torn apart again. Of all the things...
The doors opened, interrupting the spiral of his thoughts, and he turned his focus to the happy couple making their exit, his gaze centering on her as memories began to play in the back of his mind... he hadn't needed to be inside the church, because he had been, before, with her smiling up at him as they each said their vows.
A hand on his metal shoulder shook him out of the reverie and he turned to find his father watching him knowingly. There was nothing to be said right then, nothing at all.