Author note: Hi all! Not sure if anyone's still checking for this story, especially with it being an RPF and all, but here's a scene that I deleted from a previous chapter. It just didn't fit, so I cut it, but I did really like it. If you're interested in reading more Dandy fics, you can send me a message or review and I'll write it.

Anyways, here you go.

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Steven's wedding, December 2017

It'd been a long, awkward night for both Andy and Danai. When Danai saw Gael walk through the doors, she nearly sunk into the floor, but pretended that it did not hurt her to see them together. She stared for a long moment, frozen in place. It was as if time was going in slow motion; as if the Earth had been knocked off its axis.

She stood there long enough for him to avert his eyes up and see her. When he did, she saw those eyes of his widen, and an unrecognizable expression on his face. Their eyes locked from across the room, and it was like one of those movies where the world around ceases to exist, except with the two of them. She looked away first when Steven greeted her with a warm smile and a long hug; his wife Jo did the same.

"I'm so glad you could come, Danai. I didn't know if you'd be too busy…," Steven trailed off, his shrewd, knowing eyes seemed to be implying something else.

"Steven, no matter what's going on with me, I wouldn't dream of missing this," Danai insisted. "And it's nice - it's nice to, um, see everyone again."

"Is everything okay with you?" Steven questioned her.

She forced a smile. "I'm doing very well."

"Well, okay, and there's something I need to tell you about the seating arrange -"

Before Steven could get out his next words, Melissa came over and wrapped her arms around Danai in a long, comforting hug, to which Danai immediately reciprocated. Afterwards, she hugged Steven as well.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Melissa asked, her eyes darting towards the direction in which Andy and Gael were.

"Guys, I'm fine! Don't worry about me, okay?"

"You know I just worry about you so much," Melissa said. Danai knew her to be the sweetest person in the world, even with her sharp tongue. "And we all know that it can't be easy for you. Hell, Steven and I are friends with her too, but we just don't want you to feel left out."

"I won't be, I promise," Danai assured them. "You guys go on ahead, I'm going to use the bathroom really quick."

"Alright," Steven nodded, seemingly conflicted by something. He nodded towards Melissa, who joined him to do the rounds before the wedding officially began.

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Danai didn't see Andy or Gael again, and things had been going surprisingly well for her. She caught up with Sonequa, and her wonderful husband Kenric; she caught up with Jon, whose wife hadn't been able to make it, as well as Lauren, who held her in a close embrace and told her that everything would be alright. And for that, Danai was grateful. She was grateful for her friends, and the family that she'd earned on the set, she knew that they'd help her through nearly anything.

It wasn't until she went towards her table that she realized it. And like a sudden record stop, she came to a screeching halt at where her name's placemat sat right in front of Andy's, and Gael's.

It was in that moment that Danai strongly contemplated having the ability to shapeshift into other objects, possibly melt into the floor. She averted her eyes to the exits, finding most people already seated, with two stern looking security guards posted up by the doors. Fuck, she sighed deeply. This is my karma.

She sat, and stared at the two empty seats right in front of her. These were the things that you couldn't make up in a million years. The married man that she'd slept with nearly a month and a half ago, and ended things with, was going to sit right in front of her, with his wife at one of her best friend's weddings. This was the plot of a romantic comedy, or possibly a Lifetime film. That is what her life had become.

After waiting nearly ten minutes, Andy came trudging in with Gael. He whispered something at her, seemingly angry and annoyed, to which Gael simply smiled and sat. Once she did, her eyes met Danai's, and it was as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Excuse me," Danai got up before she could say a word. "I've got to use the bathroom again."

And then she bolted towards the bathroom, intent upon vomiting or simply remaining there until the end of this wedding. She went inside one of the small stalls, and sat on one of the toilets, her head in her hands. This wasn't the person she wanted to be, but she was this person. She never imagined that she'd be hiding in the bathroom at one of these things, but here she was.

After awhile she heard footsteps, which made her stand up and dust her dress off.

"Danai?" She heard Andy's smooth voice say.

She said nothing.

"Danai, I know you're in here," Andy said once again, his voice leaking with distress. "Gael was invited separately from me. She and I - it's not like that."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Andy. I ended things," Danai told him, stepping closer to the door.

She heard Andy sigh, and walk to the door that she was behind. "I don't want it to be like this between us."

"It has to be this way."

"No, it doesn't have to be this way."

His voice was quiet, and riddled with pain. "You deserve better, I know you do, but this - us - it's something worth fighting for. I don't want Gael and she knows that. I've told her everything. She knows about that night."

"And?" Danai questioned him.

"That's all," Andy said.

"I need some time, I don't know if this is the right thing," Danai finally said. "It was painful not being told where you were or what you were doing. I just wanted you to be honest with me, about where we stand."

"I know that now," she heard Andy step closer.

"Just...give me some time," Danai requested simply.

"Okay, I will," she heard him say, before his footsteps departed the bathroom.