She asks him to dance, and he really doesn't want to. He spares a glance at Daniel, and the damned champagne slut is almost passed out at the table. She's standing with her hand out, wearing a blue dress (he always liked her in blue) and he can't say no. He can never say no.
He wanted to say no so badly when Jonas gleefully invited them to his wedding, claim they have a mission that day, he has to go to Washington for a very important meeting, feed his cats, anything that will get him out of it. But Sam was excited, and Daniel was interested in their wedding customs so he agreed.
The whole ceremony is so cliché he can hardly stand it. The entire ballroom is covered in pink and white flowers and it looks suspiciously like a wedding on earth. (Daniel was rather disappointed.) He's swaying to gentle music with Carter in his arms at a safe distance with no eye contact and he feels like a teenager which is the most pathetic thing he's ever heard of, and he thinks he's not sure which cliché is worse.
"It's pretty."
He nods in agreement, but he still isn't making eye contact even while he takes some rather sick delight in noting that Pete isn't here; couldn't be here. The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them and he could kick himself.
"So when's the date?" He really doesn't want to know. He hates weddings.
She answers automatically, "November sometime. We're working out the details."
He can't help the involuntary movement as he clutches her hand a little tighter, pulls her a little closer. He can smell her hair. Pete's not here.
He doesn't say anything else, but he can feel her looking at him. Her breathing catches a little and when he finally looks at her, there are tears in her eyes. He frowns and opens his mouth to say something but she's there first.
"I won't do it if you don't want me too," she whispers. I don't, he thinks but he doesn't say it.
He doesn't say anything and looks away again. Her eyes make him want to be honest and he can't. They dance the rest of the song and the whole time he can feel her gaze on his face.
He hates weddings.