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Later that Evening – Crossbones Cafe and Books 

…and you never know who’s ghosts will come to haunt you.

Bonsai: I’m surprised you agreed to see me.

Clover: You didn’t make it sound like I had any other choice.

Bonsai: Can’t let my baby sister get married without at least meeting the guy first, can I?

Clover: Just please tell me that dad doesn’t know about any of this.

Bonsai: He doesn’t know. I promised, didn’t I? Still, I can’t believe it. After all these years, you’re finally tying that not. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was surprised after what happened to…

Clover: [snaps] We don’t talk about that.

Bonsai: Does your boy know? The reason why you never let anyone close…

Clover: No. I don’t intend for him to find out. 

Bonsai: Keeping secrets is a dangerous game, dear sister.

Clover: They’re not my skeletons that I’m guarding. 

Bonsai: Be careful, Clover… The Macarons are–

Clover: Not my problem. They’re yours and dads. Keep me out of your mess, Bonsai. I don’t want anything to do with it.

Bonsai: …you know that’s not how this works.

Clover: Shhh, he’s coming. Please, we’ll talk about this later?

Bonsai: Suit yourself.

Generation One Fin

I can only hope it will last this time.

But the truth is… you never know. Everyone has the secrets…

Soliel: Oh hey, Provence. I was starting to think we weren’t going to run into you today.

Provence: Sorry, I’ve been on toddler duty all day. 

Halloween: You’re alone now. Does that mean that you’ve been relieved of your duties?

Provence: Yeah, Clover has her for now.

Halloween: Good, then dance with me.

Provence: I think I’ll pass. 

Halloween: I’m not going to take no for an answer.

Provence: Ugh. Fine. But just one. And hands stay above the hips.

Halloween: Gross. Like I would try anything anyways, Prov. 

[they head to the dance floor]

Halloween: This isn’t so bad, is it?

Provence: I guess not… for dancing with a dweeb.

Halloween: Hey, this dweeb is your best friend, remember?

Provence: Don’t remind me.

Halloween: But really… how are you doing? I know that this can’t be easy for you.

Provence: …I’m “not supposed to know” anything, remember? But it’s hard… pretending to be okay with it. To know what happened… and act like I’m not wishing that it was my dad walking down the aisle instead. How am I supposed to be okay with all of this?

Halloween: You don’t have to be.

Provence: …I wish that was true, Hal.

Peanut Brittle Bay – 1 Year Later

It took us a while… but we finally got here.

Provence: Oh no you don’t, little one. No running off for you.

Eto: But, cake, Provy! 

Provence: You’re going to have to wait until after the ceremony, just like the rest of us.

Eto: No fair!

Provence: The world isn’t fair little one.

Eto: Wat?

Sirius: [whispering against her hair] It wasn’t easy, you know? I’ve missed you, every second of every day. 

Altair: Then stop pushing me away.

Sirius: You know this isn’t a good idea. My past doesn’t just… go away. What if something happens again?

Altair: It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Besides… I’ve never been the best at making good decisions anyway.

Altair: [quiet] I didn’t ask for it to happen, for any of this to turn out how it did. You have no idea how many nights I’ve spent thinking about. How I much I wish that I could go back and make it happen differently. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Sirius: I know that…

Altair: Then why are you treating me like I asked for it to happen?

[long pause]

Sirius: Can we just, hit pause?

Altair: I feel like we’ve been on pause for years.

Sirius: [hugs her tightly] A little longer couldn’t hurt, could it?

A Few Weeks Later

[rain sounds]

Clover: Hey… Tair… you might want to take a look outside,

Altair: Huh? Don’t tell me that it’s starting to–[gasps]

[she takes off outside]

Altair: What are you doing here?

Sirius: I… have no idea.

Altair:…Two years of dodging phone calls and turning away my visits and you just, what? Think you can show up at my doorstep and expect everything to be okay?

Sirius: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you.

Altair: No you shouldn’t have.

Sirius: Altair… do you really blame me though? How was I supposed to face you after that?

Altair: You could have at least tried.

Sirius: I shot you.

Altair: You didn’t mean to.

Sirius: You almost died in my arms.

Altair: [lays her head against his chest]

Ume: I wasn’t planning on keeping it from you.

Sirius: So what, you were just going to conveniently not bring it up? I think you misunderstand what a secret is. 

Ume: I was just waiting for the right moment.

Sirius: Sure, because what, we end up buddy, buddy and then just casually slip in, “Oh hey? Remember your fiance? I just knocked her up while you were in jail.” Cut the shit. I’m not here to make friends, tell me what you want then get the fuck out of my face.

Ume: I just want her to be happy. 

Sirius: [mirthless laughter] You’re going to meddle to the very end, aren’t you?

Ume: Whatever is necessary. 

Sirius: You’re a real piece of work, you know that? It’s not like we can just wave a magic wand and everything that happens just disappears.

Ume: Don’t you think I know that? I’m not saying that it’s going to be easy, but I don’t think you go to the lengths you did to get her the first time if you thought it was expendable.

Sirius: [sharp breath] Expendable… you know, I always knew my past would come back to bite me in the past… just not like this. I didn’t ask for any of this.

Ume: Consider this your fresh start.

Sirius: The world doesn’t work that way.

Ume: Sometimes it really does.