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In the small room where he'd spent the night alone, Jonathan Crane was quite finished getting ready. His role in this ceremony consisted primarily of dressing and appearing; he'd completed the former, and now waited patiently until it was time to do the latter.
Outside, a great deal of fuss took place, which, Crane knew, was only to be expected. Formal events usually entailed an element of over-production; indeed, in his opinion, it almost seemed the sole purpose of such ceremonies, overriding the supposed reasons for the gatherings. Then again, he understood the importance one could place on ritual - he had a few cherished ones of his own, after all. Let the niceties and frivolities continue, then, he reasoned. He'd play his part, a small enough concession for Duela's sake.
He did worry that despite all the details and extravagant touches, the day was somehow lacking for her. The scheduled ceremony was to be duly lavish, the reception afterward tastefully sumptuous, or so he'd been told. His family had welcomed her, genuinely if not enthusiastically, their lack of emotional display not from indifference but from their very nature. Since she was already one of them, it was assumed she'd detect the note of insincerity or the forced nature of any false effusiveness, and further, that such behavior would be unwelcome.
Perhaps that was where the heart of the matter lay - family. The ties that bound her to Nadine and Harvey may have been weakened, but another part of ritual included an awareness of such things. He needed to show her he'd made an effort, even though it would certainly be rejected. It would only draw her closer, with the added benefit of letting the Dents know that Duela was inextricably bound to the Cranes by her own choice, that he'd claimed what was his.
Although he prepared to express a great deal of concern, he couldn't help but smile as he picked up the phone.
Outside, a great deal of fuss took place, which, Crane knew, was only to be expected. Formal events usually entailed an element of over-production; indeed, in his opinion, it almost seemed the sole purpose of such ceremonies, overriding the supposed reasons for the gatherings. Then again, he understood the importance one could place on ritual - he had a few cherished ones of his own, after all. Let the niceties and frivolities continue, then, he reasoned. He'd play his part, a small enough concession for Duela's sake.
He did worry that despite all the details and extravagant touches, the day was somehow lacking for her. The scheduled ceremony was to be duly lavish, the reception afterward tastefully sumptuous, or so he'd been told. His family had welcomed her, genuinely if not enthusiastically, their lack of emotional display not from indifference but from their very nature. Since she was already one of them, it was assumed she'd detect the note of insincerity or the forced nature of any false effusiveness, and further, that such behavior would be unwelcome.
Perhaps that was where the heart of the matter lay - family. The ties that bound her to Nadine and Harvey may have been weakened, but another part of ritual included an awareness of such things. He needed to show her he'd made an effort, even though it would certainly be rejected. It would only draw her closer, with the added benefit of letting the Dents know that Duela was inextricably bound to the Cranes by her own choice, that he'd claimed what was his.
Although he prepared to express a great deal of concern, he couldn't help but smile as he picked up the phone.