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*There should be a word for the inverse of deja vu, Andrew thinks as he crosses the street away from Central Park, squinting against the sun. A word for the way everything he passes seems to be sliding into place to form a tableau, a single moment he saw once through a door he couldn't step through.*

*Buses, taxis, pedestrians -- a car passes by, its radio playing something with a hip-hop beat, far too loud --*

*There. There.*

*Andrew steps onto the sidewalk and starts toward the mini-mart door, and toward the young man in a tuxedo who's standing just outside it, staring back through.*

*As the door closes:*

Hey.

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Warren's gaze slowly tavels from Andrew's feet, to his face. And then a little higher. Where it lingers pointedly. And then...

"Nice...hair."

It's totally just as funny the second time around.

*And it's just so ... so Warren that it's all he can do not to laugh.*

Damn, I've missed you.

*It falls out of his mouth before he can stop it, and he keeps talking hurriedly before Warren can respond.*

So I hear there's a lady somewhere around here waiting for you to show up and marry her.

"Yeah-huh. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it."

It has gone right over Warren's head what Andrew's first comment might mean. He's a little self-involved at the moment.

...

That is, more so that usual, and Andrew has brought up the exact reason why at exactly the right moment. Well played.

*He grins.* Sounds like I better check this story out.

*Wait, there was something -- Andrew pats at his pocket. Damn, damn, he forgot the matches --*

Need to make a stop along the way, though.

Warren smirks.

"What? You don't trust me now?"

Warren is sweating it. Well, not that, specifically, but...sweating. Need to get this show on the road. This is, like, the first day of the rest of his life.

For, like, the second time.

*Andrew glances at him sidelong, and quickly away again, and works hard to get the smile back.*

*This is a happy day. He is not going to ruin it. He's going to go, and work the Summoning like he promised so Wes can attend, and not talk about the future. Or the past.*

*Just ... now. Be in the now. This is a happy day.*

C'mon. Let's get moving.

Warren frowns. Perhaps not so well played after all, Mr. Wells.

But Warren will never get that answer. That's not how this scene goes.

"I missed you too. Manly, heterosexual hugs?" He suggests.

*Warren's voice sounds in his memory: I think I used to think you were in love with me.*

...Sure.

*And he steps into the hug -- not too tight, a minimum of hearty congratulatory shoulder-clapping, for god's sake don't cling, let go now, let go now --*

*When he steps back, the glance at his watch is as much to regain his composure as to actually check the time.*

Seriously, come on. This is gonna take some time to set up.

Seriously, seriously.

Warren has a married to be.

*And Andrew has duties as a groomsman to perform.*

*Including helping one of the wedding guests arrive.*

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