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Ian found himself questioning many things all at once. Like why this guy was holding Lou? Wasn't it strange that these other two people knew each other? And did Lou get prettier or was that his mind trying to mess with him? He sighed after a few more moments of them just staring at each other. Lou smiled weakly at him, from the look in her eyes it almost seemed like... Oh crap, she looked like she was going to cry. Ian felt himself have a mini panic attack as he looked to her. "Hey, come on Lou..." his voice was significantly more gentle as he spoke, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to find comforting words. Finding himself able to tear himself away, but only far enough to the cart with champagne on it. Ian grabbed a glass, pouring and drinking it down immediately. Setting the glass down he walked back over, the lump in his throat smaller.

He sighed, "Look, I'll make a deal with you. Even if I have every right to be mad at you and hate you for the rest of my life, some would call that kind of resentment unhealthy. And even though you stabbed me in the back and ripped my heart out..." Ian had to swallow deeply, getting lost in painful memories, "W-what was I walking about? Yes, despite all that, I'm willing to just forget all of that. None of it happened as far as I'm concerned. Not the letters or phone calls, not the Prom, not... Rupert, not those strict rules your parents had, not those nights, and especially not us. From here on out it'll be just like we never happened. But you have to promise me one thing," he felt himself growing weaker and weaker as seconds past, wanting to take it all back, wanting to have her back, but that's why he had to hurry before his will broke. "Just, don't cry... ever." Ian held out his hand, almost as a peace offering. "As long as you keep your promise, we can call a truce. It'll be better, like we are strangers again." He felt like he was trying harder to convince himself than to convince her this was the right choice.