Christopher's POV The morning of the wedding was quiet in the particular way that significant days sometimes were, not the silence of emptiness but the silence of something gathering itself, the world holding still for a moment before it moved. I was ready before Robin, which surprised neither of us, and I sat in the sitting room in my suit with a coffee I was not really drinking and looked at the room we had made together over the past months, the books on the shelves and the particular disorder of two people living honestly in a space, and felt something move through me that did not have a clean name but was close to gratitude. Robin appeared from the bedroom and I stood without thinking. He was wearing what we had decided on together, simple and well-fitted and entirely him, and the sight of him ready, actually ready, on this actual morning, landed differently than I had anticipated, the way the real version of things always landed differently than the imagined version. We loo
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