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Suit, yes. Shirt, no. Tie, maybe.

[SIGH.]

The tie should be bluer, yeah? Shit. What about the shirt? It's ridiculous. Fuck it, I'm wearing a track suit.

Depends on which shirt you wear with it, and no, you're not. [Jen steps in and kisses his cheek.] Give yourself a break for a little while.

[He shrugs out of the coat, annoyed with himself.]

I don't get it. I've done this a hundred times!

[She puts an arm around his middle once he's safely removed the coat.]

Because you've never been nervous about something like this before.

Look at this!

[He shows her his hands which are shaking minutely.]

This is crap! It's not today, but still... this!

The first trick is to stop giving yourself crap that.

[She leans against him.] Most people rank public speaking as more terrifying than death, and they aren't even talking about the additional complications you coming to the public brings.

[He gives up and wraps his arms around her.]

I'm not good with words.

That's why you have your nerdy girlfriend to help you find the right ones.

I was babbling to someone about my nerdy girlfriend the other day.

All horrible things, right?

Oh, yeah, awful. Just scathing.

No, we were fake imagining high school and I told her about our theory.

..You don't look like the devil. That's a start.

Do I look trustworthy? ...damn, this eyepatch feels weird.

[She tilts her head one way, then the other.] You look too much like my dad. Try a lighter shade with the jacket?

But it looks nice.

Okay.

[He shrugs out of the jacket and looks for the salesgirl.]

This is nerve wracking.

[Aeron stands and kisses his jaw, then glances around herself. When the woman spots them looking, she starts over.]

I know. Feel like you're going to pass out, or just on edge?

On edge. Passing out will be before the actual thing, I think.

...if the salesgirl makes a pirate comment you have to make sure I smile, okay?

You're doing better than I would. Or. Do, when thinking about a certain type of dress.

I think she would deserve a glare, but okay.

What type?

Tony says I need to practice.
[He turns to talk to the salesgirl when she approaches, requesting a lighter shirt.]

[Aeron hums the bridal theme softly.]

Tony's right, for once.

[The salesgirl nods, glances at the eyepatch, and goes to find him a few selections.]

...oh. Yes. That.

[Matthew sighs as she goes, rubbing the back of her neck.]

You know, missing eyes are NORMAL where I used to work. We had two of us in one building!

I'm counting knowing what color I want as a major victory.

I know, love. [She takes his other hand and kisses it.] Most people don't live the life you have.

Red?

I'm scared nobody's going to even believe me.

Mhm.

They will. The government's.. done too many things we know about for people to not listen.