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[headofaccounts]

The last time Pete Campbell was engaged, he hadn't had much of a hand in arranging the wedding that followed. As he stands in front of the bookshelf now, he can't say that he thinks it was much of a loss. He isn't complaining, not when there are still butterflies flitting around in his stomach, but the sheer volume of titles on the shelves (Wedding

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[little_moons]

Picking up a bridal magazine off the table beside him, where he's surrounded by similar books and planning guides, I look toward the bookcase, finding the shelves still lined with the same.

"Not real subtle, huh?" I say, sitting on the arm of his chair and flipping open the magazine to a spread on flower arrangements.

[headofaccounts]

For a single instant, Pete just looks confused, but as soon as he's recognized Neil (it's just the matter of a split second), he's grinning in a manner that can only really be described as sheepish.

"Not really," he agrees, closing the book he's currently going through.

"Although I don't think the bookshelf ever is."

[little_moons]

Sometimes, he's kind of adorable, in that giant toddler sort of way, which is pretty fuckin' hilarious, considering he's got like seven or so years on me. This is one of those times, and I choke out a laugh, the magazine hanging open and forgotten in my hands.

"You got somethin' you wanna tell me?" I say with a teasing grin.

[headofaccounts]

That prompts a laugh from Pete, who leans back in his chair, head cocking slightly to one side.

"Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you," he replies, letting the statement hang in the air for a single moment before continuing on. (There hadn't been any question in his head as to who he'd pick for the task. Asking now, despite the significance, just seemed natural.)

"I was wondering if you'd care to be my best man."

[little_moons]

That isn't really what I was expecting him to say, and I cough out a startled laugh, grinning crookedly and asking, "Shit, seriously?"

It isn't a tough decision, and it doesn't matter what I've lost, it doesn't matter what I might think about island marriages and how risky they are. Maybe those are things I might mention to him, later, but for now, all I can do is grin and say, "Yeah. Jesus, man. Of course."