He followed them, and locked the door behind them. There he sat alone, only him, Mr. whiskey and the truth. And, faced with the myriad of bad decisions, combined with concern for his only friend and first love, he wept.

Time, as the say, heals all wounds. In the morning, Cave was right as rain. In two, he was right as rain, and no longer hungover. By the third day he'd managed to forgive Elena and by the end of the week serious planning for the wedding had begun. Such things falling squarely outside of the scope of Cave's interests, he would allow her to handle most of the planning. Hell, he didn't even have anyone to invite.