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“So apparently that happened.” Was the tired groan as he rolled over to face the blonde at his side. If he recalled correctly she was a dancer- a chorus girl- here at the opera. Meg…Giry? If his memory served him correctly though it was now Mikhailov. Swallowing hard as blue eyes opened to search her features for a look of revelation and revulsion or embarrassment. The cast had gone for drinks at a cafe where music, singing, dancing and lots of drinks flowed relentlessly. He remembered taking her hands and swinging them both around in a dance, messy drunken kisses and then…apparently marriage as he woke up now with a simple cheap band on his finger with a matching one on hers as they laid in bed together. 

“Maybe we should get our bearings before we figure out what we want to do about….this…”

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“How...?” His good eye squinted under brows furrowed in confusion. There was, though, the undeniable SPARK of interest. “How do you do that?”

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It had been some time since he had arrived back in New York and immediately he took up the mantle that his father had given him. Things were hectic for awhile given his long absence but now everything was in working order. Since coming back he had seen Meg but had not directly spoken witih her. She had pulled her strings as promised and let him and his mother backstage after the show. His mother was glad, her birthday having been the night before. There had been a period of time when he had bene quite unable to think of anyone but her, as insane as that seemed to sound. She was so bright, so alive among the rubble of the grey city. And yet he hadn't gone to see her, unusual for him but he knew who he was and what sort of life that he led. He was uncertain if he could really live with letting that rub off on her. So he determined to stay away. He was walking now, his usual walk to clear his head of the world around him. His father's plans and his mother's decision to ignore said plans. he didn't want to think of his sister's tumultuous marriage or the fact that his brother - well his brother had never made it back from Italy. Cesare filling his spot here in New York, better for the family he had declared.

But someone was nearby and she looked familiar. Upset, but familiar. As he drew closer he could make her out. Who wouldn't be able to? "Meg?" he softly called out. "Are you alright?"