"I don't have one," he absently mumbles while he tries to concentrate. No, nothing. He can't remember what happened. God, how drunk have we been? And why don't they have rings or a certificate?
Ten years. He has been married for ten years! His mind can't grasp it, can't deal with that information, can't embrace what that means yet.
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Date: 2007-12-06 08:48 pm (UTC)Ten years ago. Vegas.
Drinking.
More drinking.
"I don't have one," he absently mumbles while he tries to concentrate. No, nothing. He can't remember what happened. God, how drunk have we been? And why don't they have rings or a certificate?
Ten years. He has been married for ten years! His mind can't grasp it, can't deal with that information, can't embrace what that means yet.