I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think... I was just about proposed to by Niles Crane, on the eve of my wedding, my borthers are swarming around like drunken fleas, Dr. Crane slipped off and...
I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Of course, I've already made a commitment to Donny -- I can't very well leave him and give him so much embarrassment... But Dr. Crane is so... inviting. And not because of his money, or because he's somewhat better-looking than my current fiancé. I just feel so much more comfortable with Niles than I do with Donny...
But I made a promise to Donny -- Dr. Crane made more than a promise to Mel. They're on their honeymoon!
...But what am I saying? He hasn't asked me to do anything final. He just wanted to know if I've been thinking of him the way I used to think of Donny, so obviously the answer is a very firm and steady yes.
I never thought I would be able to do that. I never thought the words "Daphne, I love you," would ever come out of my mouth when she was near me. I didn't ever believe that I could have the courage to do something as monumental as...
I went out on the balcony when her brothers came in. They've always made me a bit uncomfortable, and the aftermath of the scene Daphne and I just played was not something that would encourage goodwill from the eight English brutes. Knowing Simon, at least, he would make allusions to things that... weren't happening. Things that I'm not going to think about so that I'm able to keep breathing...
It's a warm night. Then again, maybe it's not. Lord knows I do have reason enough to be a bit feverish... (Steady, Niles. Inhale, exhale...)
"Dr. Crane?"
She comes and stands beside me, positively shaking with fright but glowing as she stares up at the moon. There are a few minutes of silence, and then the air gets a bit tighter...
"Lovely night," I say. I'd much rather hear the soft tones of her voice than this annoying emptiness we seem to be trapped in...
"Mmm..."
I can feel my grip tightening on the railing of the balcony, because my mind doesn't focus on the sound. I am fortunate enough to think of the fact that Daphne's lips are vibrating, which sends me into an entirely different world...
"Stars are out, sky's clear..." I've found the best way to keep in touch with reality is conversation, founded on the fact that there are some things certain people will say in your head that they won't outside of it.
Another thick silence...
"I haven't answered your question, Dr. Crane..."
She looks at me from the corner of her eye and wrings her hands nervously.
"I know." All in your own time, my love. I'd gladly go insane waiting for you.
She turns to face me very slowly, and the expression on her angelic face is enough to send my heart racing... which it does, of course, because this night would be incomplete without a bit of fear, adrenaline, and...
Passion, because the minute I turn to face her as well she's upon me, and I'm pinned against the wall. And her mouth is viciously assaulting mine, and her hands have a very firm grasp on my hair, and dear God I'm going to wake up now, aren't I?!
She gradually lets go of me, which isn't exactly something I want, and rests her forehead on my shoulder. "Please don't move, Dr. Crane..."
I'm much too shocked and overwhelmed and desperately happy to even think of such a thing.