Shame tickled at the back of his mind when Evelyn's hand rose to wipe a tear from his cheek.  He stuffed it away again however.  Her hand on his chest had a calming effect on him, and he took a slow, and shaking breath.  His smile flickered genuine when she mentioned the suit, and he found himself staring into her eyes all over again.  "I...  But your wedding..."  He felt exhausted.  "No, you're right.  I think it would kill me to press palms and fake smiles today."<br/><br/>Casey cut his eyes away, the shame flickering back to the forefront of his mind.  "I'm sorry, Evie.  This was supposed to be our day, and...  Gods, let's just go get married."  He shook his head, and covered her hand on his lapel with his own.<br/><br/>"Thank you, for coming.  Do you want anybody in particular to witness?  Dalton will do if not.  He's...  He's a good sort.  Maybe too serious sometimes but... Faugh.  I'm rambling."  He took a moment to collect himself, and -despite the wetness on his cheeks- he looked almost like he hadn't been crying just a moment before.  Almost.  "Can I stay at your place tonight?"