Come Close | Meda

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[attr="class","cbody"]He tolerated this wedding because Carlisle and Sloane were people that mattered to his wife. They were like family, in a way that most of the rest of Andromeda’s family wasn’t. So, if that meant coming to this wedding and sitting through this reception, that was what he was going to do. They’d provided good enough liquor—with Sloane’s profession, he hadn’t expected anything else. Now, he figured that he’d have the time to drink several of these drinks before Andromeda would be ready to go home.
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He knew that these people were important to her. ThatDavina and Griff were important to her, that Ava Blair and Brenna were, and they were all here. Way too many kids running around this place for his taste—okay so none of them were old enough to actually run, but that just wasn’t even the point.
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The fact was, he had been prepared to be at this reception for a while. It was the least that he could do. He knew that Andromeda had to either turn down other invitations like this one or she had to go on her own. He figured that he could at least make it through this reception without complaining too much. There was good liquor, and decent food, and there weren’t too many people around that he hated. No one, really. He disliked a couple, but he didn’t think that Lucy was stupid enough to come up and talk to him. He thought she was well aware that he wasn’t all that fond of her.
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Their relationship, in his opinion, was no one’s business but theirs. Andromeda had known what she was getting into when she chose him. She had been given the chance to go back to the Ministry bloke, the pleasant halfblood who was probably a much better father than he’d ever be, and she had chosen not to. She didn’t expect him to comfort her or talk to her about her problems. So, Lucy coming to him to tell her that something was wrong with Andromeda had obviously rubbed him the wrong way. She had acted like he had needed to do something, like it was his job, and that had been the last conversation that he’d had with the witch. If he had his say in it, it would be the last conversation that he ever had with her.
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And he didn’t think that she had a problem with that. If she did, then she hadn’t said anything. She had decided to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business for a change, which was good, in his opinion.
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Still, he was surprised that she was even talking about going home already. Sure, it had been in the form of some joke that he hadn’t quite caught, but regardless. He thought that she would be caught up with the babies and with Arista or Lucy, or whoever else for most of the night. He’d been quite prepared to drink a bottle of whiskey to himself and eat whatever food they were serving that looked the most appetizing. “Still up for consideration…” he answered, with a smirk, before nodding in thanks as the bartender returned with his new drink.
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